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(Tessa) My eyes snapped open. I listened carefully to see if I could hear anything. Dez had said something was wrong. I wanted to hold Rowan and keep him in my arms but Dez told me there was trouble. I gently tried to slide him to the side so I could get up, but he stirred and sat up. I put my finger to my lips telling him to stay quiet. His eyes did not hide his fear. "Stay here," I whispered as I got up and walked to the door. Nothing seemed amiss as I walked into the living room. Everyone was awake, sitting on the couch and chairs. My dad was back and he was ringing his hands nervously. "Dad? You ok?" I asked him. He looked up at me and I recognized the look in his eyes. Guilt. "Dad," I said warily. Rachel and Ambrose were on their feet. They noticed my concern. "Where did y