Chapter 10: Such an Angel
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Silent Night
Holy Night
Son of God
Love's pure light
Damien hated the fact that he froze visibly at the most innocent moments - drawing unnecessary attention to himself. His five-year-old Cheryl was just doing what came naturally for children of her ilk this Christmas season. Still, he couldn't forget that dream.
Then he saw it. Her five fingers stretching out, becoming branches, creeping to his face ...
"Dad! What are you looking all pale about?"
No branches. No creepy dark hood. Just his little sweetie pinching his nose and laughing.
"Um ... haha ... nothing Cheriebun .. daddy was thinking about a case ..."
"You gotta stop that stuff. Doing it too often. It's Christmas, for ... Cheryl's sake!"
She grinned mischievously and they laughed. Everything seemed perfect now. Paranoid dreams be damned.
Yes it was Christmas and he had his little girl with him. Nothing else mattered. If for no one else, he'd learn the song for her - and overcome his irrational phobia.
Even if she wasn't really his little girl ...
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