In the darkness, Sam awoke. The dead daughter stood at the end of her bed. Sam rose on her elbows. She looked at the being in the shadows and yawned. She had been dreaming. It was a good dream. “You don’t have to stay,” she told the dead daughter. “I’m here now. I’ll keep him safe.” She fell back on her pillow and was instantly asleep again. The dead daughter turned away, and was gone.
