THE FOUNDLING

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Krafft: When we were young, Sasha and I spoke often of children.
Krafft: It was our dream-- a cottage in the country, plenty of land where we could raise a little boy the right way.
Krafft: But there was school, and then there was work, and then... and then...
Krafft: Sasha never got that little boy.
Krafft: So, I went to an orphanage in the city today. For Sasha.
Krafft: There was a boy. A sickly, starved thing like all the rest, maybe 10 years old. But there was something in his eyes.
Krafft: I spoke to him for hours. He reminds me of Sasha... sharp, logical, a dreamer at heart. They would have loved each other.
Krafft: The boy suffers from memory loss. His childhood, his parents, all gone. His name - Edward - is the only thing he has left.
Krafft: He doesn't understand the world... but he wants to. We're alike in that way.
Krafft: He's asleep now in the spare bedroom. My adopted son.
Krafft: I don't know what comes next. But we're in this together now, my Eddie and I, for better or for worse.