Keane was lying on the ground playing with his toy cars. When he heard, he nodded with a smile, "I want to!"
After replying, a hint of confusion appeared on his innocent face, "By the way, Maeve, who's that?"
Maeve Lane didn't correct his way of calling her. Though she was a person of little patience, having given all of it to Julian Fairchild already, she was unexpectedly patient and tolerant with Keane.
"My mom."
"Great!" Keane blushed. He read in a book that you only take someone to meet your parents if you like them, so Maeve must like him to take him to meet her mother.
It must be like that.
Maeve Lane, with complex emotions, ruffled his hair.
Today was the weekend; Keane didn't have school, and she had time, so she brought him to Fellsmere Sanatorium in the afternoon.
Keane was very excited, not afraid at all when seeing some patients doing strange movements.
As they arrived at the floor where Rosalyn Jennings' room was, she saw two familiar faces.
