Aftermath
CHAPTER 21 The next morning I woke up to screaming. Liam. Having a nightmare. I ran to his room. Damien was already there, holding him. "Shh, buddy. It's okay. You're safe. You're home." "The bad lady! She was there! She was..." "She's gone, Liam. She's in jail. She can't hurt you anymore." But Liam kept crying. Shaking. This was the third nightmare since yesterday. I sat on the other side of the bed. Rubbed his back. "Want to sleep with us tonight?" I asked. He nodded. Still crying. We carried him to our room. Tucked him between us. He finally fell back asleep. But his little body jerked every few minutes. Trapped in dreams we couldn't reach. "We should call someone," I whispered to Damien. "A therapist. Someone who specializes in childhood trauma." "First thing tomorrow."
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