"Dorothy, I..."

"It's okay, I know what you're going to say." Dorothy couldn't even bear to let him finish his sentence, afraid to confront her own defeat.

"Go get your clothes. I don't want to make this any harder for either of us.'

...

Truth be told, Everett wasn't in dire need of any clothes.

He merely wanted to linger a bit longer, to gaze upon Dorothy once more, to take in the sight of what had been their home.

What the future held was uncertain; despite his sharp intellect, Everett couldn't predict the unforeseen.

All he wished was for Dorothy to remain healthy, to not leave him, not like his mother had... wheeled out of the emergency room. Eventually, the clothes were packed, and Everett had no excuse to stay any longer.

He grabbed a few suits and made his way to the foyer.

"If you need anything, you can call me."

"There's nothing I need from you that you can give," Dorothy said, her back still turned to him, showing no signs of wanting him to stay.

lips together, resigned to leave

car, he didn't drive off immediately but continued to watch

wasn't hard to

must be crying

her better than

Suddenly, Everett's phone rang.

he saw it was

"Dad."

guessed right. Quincy just called me said she

have dinner and says it's to patch things

darkened as

a day or two, mention we had a

he couldn't help asking, "Everett, what exactly are you planning?

just trying to

extent

knew this was to make Quincy poison him, Jonathan wouldn't

"Nothing dangerous, right?"

off a feeling of unease, "Everett, you.net tell me the

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

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