Jennifer
My eyes cracked open as I began to wake, hearing the sounds of my son babbling away merrily. It was an incoherent language only toddlers seemed to understand.
I ran my hand across the mattress beside me, feeling nothing but cool soft sheets.
"Sam," I croaked, feeling his absence and still drunk on sleep.
"You're awake." Aiden looked over from where he was standing, scribbling something down in Ruby's notes.
He clicked the top of the pen as he finished and shoved it back inside the front pocket of his white surgical coat. "Are you okay?" he asked, furrowing his brows.
"I had a terrible nightmare," I mumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
Each and every time I closed my eyes, I would relive the events of that awful night, over and over again. Every morning I would wake even
