Casey had never pictured herself to be dating anybody. The words ‘crush’, ‘date’, love were all strange impossibilities while staring down at the only constant value, which was ‘marriage’.
She might have liked someone at some point of her life; mostly because that’s something the Devittos can’t forcibly stop her from doing, liking someone, or admiring their features from afar. There was this guy in middle school, extremely quiet, kind of nerdy, he had given her a book on her birthday, they had never exchanged another word after, she doesn’t even recall the kid’s name anymore but Casey had already planned twenty different scenarios in which they both ran away together, but in most of the scenarios one or both of them had always ended up dead by Nick’s gun, which is all there was to say abo
