"Go ahead if you want to, but you don't need my permission."

"Do you even care a tiny bit about Dorothy's health anymore?" Quincy quirked a brow, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Heartless, much?" Everett frowned at her, irritation clear in his gaze. "Leave."

"I just came to see how you're doing."

"Don't bother, just go."

Silence.

Everett turned away, pulling the blanket over his head in a clear sign he had no interest in engaging further.

It wasn't long before Quincy's footsteps faded away.

Only once he was sure the door had clicked shut did Everett sit up again.

He grabbed his phone and dialed Kevin. "Where are you?"

"Picking up the kids, on our way back to their place!" Kevin's voice perked up at the sound of Mr. Lopez. "Mr. Lopez, are you feeling better?"

"Send me your location." Everett bypassed the question.

"Sure, sending it now."

hanging up, Everett swung his legs out of bed and

place, waiting for Abigail and

to whip up some dinner, thinking the kids

as she finished setting the table and washed

"Coming!"

over, a smile spreading across her face as

then, her

"Everett?"

he supposed to

saw her. "I dreamt about dad last night and missed him so much today. So, I asked Kevin to call him, and guess what? He was free

noticing his pale, unwell

"Mommy?"

dad's sick, he should be in

to let

she had made herself clear at

faced with Langston's pleading eyes, she couldn't bring herself to

want daddy

be this adamant, clinging to Everett's arm, refusing to

difficult position, Dorothy

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