Ken remained silent.

Though he knew that Dorothy would never take Everett to the graveyard.

The drive back to Bay Residence was charged with a heavy silence.

Apart from Abigail and Langston’s playful giggles, Dorothy and Everett hardly exchanged a word.

Everett had not only done thorough preparation for the memorial but had also purchased a prime plot in the cemetery, hoping that if Dorothy agreed, they could relocate her mother’s resting place there.

However, it was clear she wasn’t even willing to let him go with her.

As the car came to a halt in front of Bay Residence, Everett stepped out first, cradling Abigail in his arms, with Langston and Dorothy trailing behind.

Dorothy wanted to strike up a conversation with Everett, but seeing him not even turning back, she swallowed the words back.

He took the kids to the play castle, leaving her alone in the living room.

a man without temper. He was simply holding

she glanced at the calendar

and now only half of it was left. Dorothy didn’t want to squander these last

and went to the kitchen

he found Dorothy sitting at the dining

instant, all the gloom and irritation seemed to

utterly defenseless against

a while since I’ve cooked. Care to taste?”

sat down. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a

do this again,” Everett said gravely and

let him bandage her wound without protest, resting her cheek against his arm. “Can you

“I’m not mad.”

at him playfully. “Smile for me.

first-aid kit and then came back, scooping her into his arms and carrying her to the

didn’t turn on the light but instead gently laid Dorothy down on the bed. The afternoon

eyes, and after a long moment, he

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