He had barely turned around when he saw her slicing her finger with the knife! Dorothy shrunk a bit under his loud voice, looking down, "I'm sorry, I lied. I just couldn't help myself..." Everett tossed the knife aside and pulled her into a tight embrace, gently patting her back to comfort her.

"You haven't done anything wrong. It's onfor raising my voice and for not putting the knife away safely. We'll get through your illness together step by step." "Yeah." She would do her best to cooperate.

After holding her for a while, Everett stood up to grab the first-aid kit to bandage her finger.

had seen her endure, but he still applied the antiseptic with great care, asking if

cliff, too resigned to even struggle. Nevertheless, he was desperately calling her back! That made her feel like she couldn't justify it even if she wanted

medication

truly asleep

is Mommy's sickness not getting better?" Langston looked troubled when he saw him, hesitantly asking. Everett ruffled his hair, "Why do you ask?" "It's just... Mommy feels both close and yet so far away," Langston couldn't quite articulate his feelings, but that's how he felt. "She'll get better. With Dad here, she won't be sick forever." Langston nodded, "Then Abigail

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