War Room
The nightmares that started on my first night here haven’t stopped. The woman held Emily’s infant form tenderly, humming a sweet lullaby. The woman's grip turned tight; her fingers were hard as stone digging into her sides, my neck, my legs. Baby Emily tried to scream, but the woman kept squeezing her so tightly, she couldn’t even get out an ear-piercing baby scream. Baby Emily is so small that the evil woman could wrap her hands around her entire little body. It felt like the woman was going to break every bone that protects Baby Emily’s little heart and lungs. It felt like she was going to keep on squeezing until her fingernails went right through Baby Emily’s tiny body. Emily woke up gasping for air in the darkness. She climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Instead of heading
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