Re: Well after 6, opening day
"She didn't name me Simon," he answered after a long while, not entirely sure where this conversation was leading, not entirely sure he was ready to hope like this, but he pushed on because the reason he had left home, left the family that had loved him was to find his own roots. "And I'm not even sure it was my mother who named me. But... I was born Casper."
Simon swallowed hard and looked to where her finger traced the edge of the painting, silent and still as the night. He didn't say anything further, part of him worried about what might happen. Hope was a fragile thing, and it shattered far too easily.