GoodReadHe drifted off to sleep, leaving her without the answers she sought. Yet, Dorothy harbored not a shred of anger or resentment
towards Everett. All those years of solitary waiting, she had endured, well aware that the love they shared wouldn't just fade away
with his mother's passing. With a little more time, a bit of cajoling on her part, things would be alright! After all, he had comforted
her countless times before; now, it was her turn to offer the ssolace.
Staying over at Bay Residence was an unexpected turn of events. Everett had planned to check in on the kids and her, then make
his exit. Perhaps exhaustion took its toll, for once he lay down, sleep claimed him completely. The whirlwind of recent events had
left Everett more sleep-deprived than Dorothy, but having her by his side that night, he finally found peace in slumber.
The next day, Everett awoke to a world bathed in sunlight. Seven in the morning. Already, the sounds of Abigail and Langston filled
the air, a lively commotion underway.
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“Look! Look, those are Daddy's shoes!”
“Shh, keep it down! If Daddy hasn't cout yet, he must still be sleeping.” Langston's voice carried a joy that was unmistakable.
He always was the more observant one, even more so than his sister.
Everett chose not to rise immediately, instead lying in bed a while longer to listen to the chatter outside. Who knew when he'd get
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtanother chance like this? He turned to Dorothy, who had recently fallen asleep. In the early hours, she had been watching over
him, a fact Everett was acutely aware of. But what then? The softer his heart grew, the slower their story progressed!
First, he needed to ensure Dorothy's safety, to free her from Quincy's grasp. With his vulnerabilities shielded, Everett could move
forward with ease. He couldn't afford to linger here; a visit to the funeral hawaited him today.
After a quick shower, Everett emerged from the bedroom only to find both kids staring at him as if he were a stranger.
“What's with the stares?”
“Teehee! We're just happy to see you, Daddy!” Abigail rushed over, arms wide for a hug.
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