"What was that? Sorry, I didn't catch it." The shrink shook her head, "Nothing major, let's start with medication and see how it goes. Does that work for you, Mr. Lopez and Ms. Sanchez?" Everett stood by Dorothy's side, his hand firmly clasping hers as if to transfer his strength to her, "That's fine, whatever it takes to get her well again." The shrink smiled, her response seemed to be loaded with subtexts, "Curing this illness indeed requires quite a bit from you, Mr. Lopez." Leaving the shrink and getting into the car, Dorothy kept gazing out of the window and was lost in her thoughts.

As they neared the hotel, she suddenly grasped Everett's hand, "Can she really cure me?" "Of course," he replied without hesitation.

After a brief silence, Dorothy said, "Let's... go back to the Bay Residence." Everett's voice was soft and warm, "Missing them?" She nodded, "Yeah." "Good, Abigail and Langston will be thrilled." Seeing the smile on his face, Dorothy mimicked it, though her heart wasn't in it. She didn't feel any joy at the thought of seeing the kids; in fact, she was even somewhat resistant.

These were the very ties that kept her from finding peace! She didn't want to see anyone, including Everett.

But as long as she was alive, the show must go on, and freedom would remain elusive.

She had many roles to play and many scenes to enact.

to act normal, pretend she was living a typical life, and show that she had many things in this world to hold onto.

for herself, she could only hope that the medication prescribed would really

to Bay Residence felt

and Langston rushed to their mom, hugging and kissing

you so much!"

Langston, usually glued to his computer, cover to inspect, "Mommy, dad said you were sick. Is it serious?" "It's not serious. I'm almost better." "That's great! Then Mom and Dad can be both around." Everett cout of the kitchen with freshly washed fruit and placed it on the table. Don't bother your mom Down

peel it for you." She pulled up a chair, grabbed the

playful chase

forced a smile, but as she looked down at the knife, her body Be knife seemed to move on its own, her fingertips brushing against the

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