TRACY
"Come on," I said to Aria, crouching before her, "Aria, no one is going to hurt you."
Staying between the head of her little bed and the wall, she hid her head between her knees and said, "You don't know that. He is coming again. He said it himself. You heard it, didn't you? He said he was going to come back."
This was what Manila and I have been battling since those men came the other day. Aria was so traumatised by the experience that she would go hide and cry in her room every few hours. Manila has done all she could to make the little girl feel safe, but nothing seemed to be working. If anything, she got even more afraid as time went by.
"Your mother wants you to have some breakfast," I murmured in a hushed tone, still crouching before her. "It's your favourite. You know it i
