It was rare for Everett to seem so restless. His brows were furrowed in worry, yet he made every effort to appear as if nothing was amiss.

Dorothy knew that the reason for his turmoil was undoubtedly herself. So, she stepped forward and looked up at him.

Everett instinctively averted his gaze. "What's up?" "Look at me," Dorothy insisted, catching his eye again. "Tell me, what's wrong?" He slightly furrowed his brow, "It's nothing." "Be honest! Everett, do you really wantto start jumping to conclusions? You said you'd teachhow to trust you, but now you won't tellanything. Is this what you wanted to teach me?" While she spoke, his phone rang again.

Everett didn't move, just pressed his lips together.

Dorothy said, extending her hand with an unusual

to answer it." "Hand it over." She

brow, took out his phone and handed

a

you so many times, must be something important. Take it," Dorothy handed it back, "If it's something I shouldn't hear, I'll go to the bedroom." She

her wrist as she turned, "There's nothing you can't hear. It's my mom, he said she's gotten seriously ill and is in the hospital again, wantsto cover." "Then

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