Back in the day, with Everett's mom gone, Dorothy wasn't keen on holding grudges anymore. Life's too short to be stuck in the past, torturing herself over things that can't be changed.

After what could only be described as a half-satisfying tumble between the sheets - at least for Everett, Dorothy was utterly spent.

"We've got three more hours before we land. Get some sleep; I'll wake you up when it's time," Everett whispered, gently stroking her hair, his gaze lingering on her face, reluctant to look away.

"Mhm," she murmured, already on the brink of sleep from exhaustion. No sooner had she spoken than she drifted off, using Everett's arm as a pillow.

Everett, with one hand free, grabbed his phone and shot a message to Kevin.

"Pick up Dorothy from the airport later. Keep an eye on my dad; if he goes off the rails, step in."

once he "learned" of his only son's "death." But this charade was necessary, to convince Lane beyond doubt that no

the precautions, Everett couldn't shake off the worry.

...

antidote for Dorothy.

noticing his wife's distraction, pressed her until

even you. He said if he called, I was to immediately claim Everett was dead but keep

Lane must have been listening in when Kenneth

would Kenneth go rogue without telling

had witnessed it firsthand. Having such a madman close by spelled danger every passing minute.

"But-"

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