My internal fears had manifested into reality. Evil had struck again. It constantly sought opportunities to hurt us, and I presented one to it on a silver platter. It was a bad idea to leave them alone, knowing that Desmond could follow me. With us not there, they were practically unguarded. “Oh, no. Did it hurt you? Where is Mom?” The overwhelming fear of the worst made my chest ache. “We’re fine physically. I just can’t handle the noises anymore…,” Mia’s voice quavered as ...