It had been ten months since the death of his baby brother Zachary. Two months of crazed parties and cocaine induced nights post that and then eight more months. Eight months of terrible food, creaky beds and odd company - but it was worth it. Being clean was worth it. Kane simply hoped he could say that way as he stood, bags packed, out the front of the rehabilitation facility.
It was a very bright and happy Sunday for Khalya to face. She’s going to pick up Kane at the rehab. The female was so happy that he’s finally getting better. Parking in front of the building, Khalya got out from the car. She spotted a fine man that she’s been longing to see. “Hey there,” a smile formed on her face as she walked closer to him.