LEAH'S POV

　　"Hey there, little one," I said, kneeling down to her level. "It's late, you should be sleeping."

　　Lana pouted. "But I can't," she said. "I keep having bad dreams."

　　I came to stand beside her. "What kind of bad dreams?" I asked.

　　Lana's eyes welled up with tears. "I keep dreaming about the bad man who took me," she said.

　　"No one is going to take you honey." I promised her.

　　"It was all a dream sweetheart. ...