You pick Cassel up from his school. He's not happy. You drive back to the funeral, where your kids are waiting. Cassel: Thanks...mama? He seems unsure of the term, being freshly adopted for an unknown reason. He looks up and down at Sophia and Eden, cautiously Sophia: Who's he? Eden: Hey, mama. Pick up another stray? He's older. 17?
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