A strangled cry woke Kate abruptly. She blinked her eyes in the darkness, shaking off the confusion of sleep.
The cry came again. She remembered what Peter had said about Will having nightmares, and realized it must be him. She threw off her covers and opened her bedroom door. Whimpers echoed into the hallway from Will’s room. She went to his door and peeked in. Marcy wasn’t there. She probably hadn’t gotten home yet from her date. Will was sitting up in bed, flailing his arms about in the shadows. Kate rushed to him and sat on the edge of the bed. She reached for him and drew him into her arms. “It’s all right, Will,” she crooned. “It’s all right. You had a bad dream. It’s over now.” She held the boy against her, gently rubbing his heaving back. He started to cry, and Kate rocked him. Sh
