Casey had been discharged from the hospital that morning and was going home. As she watched Maia pack her bags and belongings, she held Kenny in her arms. The sweet boy was fast asleep. Casey, on the other hand, was terrified of going “home”. Home meant she was alone with Damien, and that had proved to never be a pleasant experience. She looked at the bundle of joy in her arms. Kenny hadn’t left her side since Damien brought him to her at the hospital, and there was no way he was going back to the hospital’s basement where the orphans were. Kenny wasn’t an orphan, he had her, and she would look after him for as long as she lived.
Casey had started thinking of adopting him as hers. It made sense, and they needed each other. Casey already saw Kenny as her green-eyed baby, and he was to her
