IN THE MORNING
Anna walked up to her uncle.
"I had a dream—a scary one—and I'm not okay with it," she said calmly, though she already had plans. "Can you summon Father Damien for some prayers?"
Arnold turned to look at her coldly, suspicion filling his eyes.
"How bad is the dream?" he asked.
"So bad that I'm scared it might come to pass without prayers."
Arnold sighed. Though he didn't believe a word she was saying, he agreed.
"I'll call him now."
"Okay… thanks," Anna said, then walked away.
Arnold picked up his phone.
Ring.
Ring.
Carden was woken by the sound of the phone. He blinked, still half-asleep.
"Who could that be?" he murmured.
He glanced at the screen and froze.
Mr. Arnold.
"Why is he calling me?" he thought. Oh… right. The confe
