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.

temper. He was simply holding back,

glanced at the calendar on her

now only half of it was left. Dorothy didn’t want to squander these last precious moments with him

loungewear and went to the kitchen to cook

found Dorothy sitting at the dining table with a

the gloom

utterly defenseless against

Care to taste?” Dorothy offered him

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a small cut on her hand, likely from chopping —a sign of her long absence from the

gravely and rose to fetch the first-aid kit

her cheek against his arm. “Can

“I’m not mad.”

blinked at him playfully. “Smile

back, scooping her into his

didn’t turn on the light but instead gently laid Dorothy down on the bed. The afternoon sun was no longer strong, casting a soft glow through the window onto her delicate

locked eyes, and after a long moment,

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