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.

"deadbeat dad," but quickly pulled back when

part too. Most of the time, I was just obsessed with making

she owed

your positive influence, they might have ended up harboring a lot

often grow to despise the parent they don't live

the gritty details of their fallout with Abigail and Langston. Painting their father in a negative light would have made it nearly impossible for Everett to mend the relationship with his kids. Dorothy patted

their heads with hate. Besides, none

get-go, Dorothy never intended to blame Everett. She knew

They're very perceptive about who truly cares for them. Abigail and Langston accepted you without hesitation because they

busy schedule, Everett always made time for the kids. He'd rush home to tuck

made it no surprise that Abigail

done enough. There's so much more I wish I could make

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255