*Theo*
“Mom… Mama...."
The girl kept crying out in her sleep, sometimes for her mother, other times for her father. I thought it was a good thing that she was at least speaking, even if she seemed to be having nightmares while she rested.
It was a long night, but I stayed with her.
After all, she was asleep in my bed. Where else would I go?
Sitting next to her, I did my best to keep her calm, but it was difficult, and as the night wore on, I began to grow rather weary myself.
“Daddy!" she shouted, flinging both arms up into the air. “Daddy—no!"
“It's all right, Ciana," I said, smoothing her hair back and trying to get her to stop moving her arms so wildly. “It's just a dream. You're okay."
“Daddy, please! No!"
The way she was crying out, I thought perhaps her father or her mother
