"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

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

hard to

be crying by

knew her

Suddenly, Everett's phone rang.

his gaze away, he

"Dad."

called me

"She wants to have dinner and says it's to patch

as he

okay with it at first. Then, in a day or two, mention we had a fight about it,

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

trying to shake off

full extent of his plan to

if he knew this was to make Quincy poison him, Jonathan

"Nothing dangerous, right?"

off a feeling of unease, "Everett, you.net tell me the truth! I can't handle more

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

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