Everett was sweating bullets, chasing his tail around more than Langston needed to utter a single word to be effective.

But thankfully, Abigail had stopped crying.

Dorothy nudged Everett and shot him a knowing look.

They left the hospital room, one after the other, and sat down on a bench in the corridor outside.

"Let the siblings sort it out themselves," she said.

Everett nodded, draping an arm around Dorothy's shoulders. "You've really done a fantastic job with both Abigail and Langston," he acknowledged.

Even in his absence, the siblings had turned out pretty great. Abigail, though a bit of a crybaby, had a heart of gold and was as pure as they come. Langston, on the other hand, might have been a bit aloof, his mind always on his computer, but he was mature for his age, had a strong moral compass, and knew right from wrong.

so-called "deadbeat dad," but quickly pulled back

Dorothy leaned into him, sighing. "Karen and Kenneth played a big part too. Most

felt she owed it to

might have ended up

no secret that children from broken homes often grow to despise the parent they don't

a negative light would have made it nearly impossible for Everett

no reason to fill their heads with hate. Besides, none of

She knew well how good he had

about who truly cares for them. Abigail and Langston accepted you without hesitation because they saw how much you've

kids. He'd rush

no surprise that

enough. There's so much more I wish I

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