It's been a week since I had to coax Sansa from under the bed. She has seen "Manuela" twice since, while she was alone. She is terrified of being alone now and I am more petrified of leaving her alone at all.
Sansa is running all around the living room in a tee and her panties refusing to listen to anything I have to say. We have been pampering her so much that she's forgotten to be mindful of me. It's okay. She needs all the extra love right now.
I have been giving her sleeping pills, crushing them inside her bottle to help her sleep. She is having a tough time with nightmares and the repeated occurrence of the ghost woman isn't helping one bit.
"baby, come here please." I am on the sofa with her shorts in my hands trying to get my baby to wear some pants.
"Daddy plaaayyyyy!! I don't
