"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.

pressed his lips together,

his car, he didn't drive off immediately but continued to watch the living room of

wasn't hard to

be crying

her better

Suddenly, Everett's phone rang.

his gaze away, he saw it was

"Dad."

guessed right. Quincy just called me said she

continuing, "She wants to have dinner and says it's to

as he masked

first. Then, in a day or two, mention we had a fight about

couldn't help asking,

trying to shake off

didn't reveal the full extent of his

this was to make

"Nothing dangerous, right?"

you.net tell me the truth! I can't handle

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

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