Mathew's Point of view
Mathew didn’t know what time it was when he was abruptly pulled from his deep sleep. He opened his eyes and listened carefully. At first, it was faint—but then he heard it more clearly.
Soft moaning… quiet crying. He pushed himself upright and looked toward the bed. Kaylee was tossing and turning in her sleep.
She was having a nightmare.
Whatever she was dreaming was making her to cried in her dream.
Mathew quickly got up from the sofa and made his way over to her. She was covered in sweat, her lips trembling as she cried softly in her sleep.
He knelt beside the bed, gently taking her hand in his, careful not to startle her.
“Kaylee… wake up,” he said softly.
She turned onto her side, still asleep, tears slipping down her cheeks as she whispered her daughter
