Dorothy's brow furrowed slightly, a sign that she was on the verge of saying something more, but Everett gently patted the back of her hand in a comforting gesture.

"You've sacrificed so much to get to where you are today, I can't let you give it all up because of me," he said, his voice laced with empathy and concern.

The thought of Dorothy, pregnant and receiving the devastating news of her mother's passing, still haunted Everett.

He couldn't bear to think of her shattering at that moment.

Nor could he bear the thought of her enduring a difficult childbirth, working tirelessly to provide for her children while also gathering evidence to seek justice for her mother.

efforts dissipate into nothing just because she wanted to be with him-especially since the

plant the flowers they love and wait for them to cto me, to choose to stay by my side. Dorothy, I want you to always feel free."

tears. She had once thought her life meaningless, believing that without her, Everett would merely be saddened for a few days before

hearing his words today, Dorothy felt a deep sense of shame. It was an overwhelming feeling of unworthiness. "You're so stubborn," she

ruffled her hair, "I prefer to call it devoted." The car filled with noise as they

by a birthday. He's not your 'big brother,' he's a 'little brother'!" "I can still call him big brother!" Abigail rarely retorted against Langston, but this time, she wolclearly upset by her brother's diminishment of her "big brother." "If you call him big

crooked handwriting: I love

to resist, peeked over and snorted, "So young and already throwing around 'I love you's. Kids are so naive!" He seemed to forget his earlier claim of sharing the sbirthday as

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