Nolan

The sound pierces through my dreams like a siren,Ashlynn's cry, sharp and distressed, jolting me awake with my heart already racing. I fumble for the baby monitor, the digital clock on my nightstand reading 2:17 AM.

"Daddy." Her voice is ragged, broken by sobs that stab straight through me.

I'm on my feet before I'm fully conscious, stumbling down the hallway to her room. The nightlight casts just enough glow for me to see her thrashing in her bed, her ...