West stirs and throws an arm over me as I lift the covers. “Oh, no.” Emmy’s small hand lands on my forearm. “You probably had a bad dream too. You should stay.” Then she crawls up onto the bed, rolling herself over my body to wedge herself between West and me. “I had a bad dream?” I whisper as she hunkers down. “Yeah. You had a bad dream and came to my dad. He’s the best at making you feel all warm and happy inside.”
