*Theo*

“Mom… Mama….”

The girl kept crying out in her sleep, sometimes for her mother, other times for her father. I thought it was a good thing that she was at least speaking, even if she seemed to be having nightmares while she rested.

It was a long night, but I stayed with her.

After all, she was asleep in my bed. Where else would I go?

Sitting next to her, I did my best to keep her calm, but it was difficult, and as the night wore ...