There was a monster under his bed! And it knew his name! He wasn’t sure if he wanted to scream or throw up. Maybe both. His chest hurt, and he couldn’t swallow. He whimpered. Monsters were real. They were real, and one was in his room with him. What was it going to do to him? Was it… was it going to— “Oh, hey, no. None of that! I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe.” Nowhere was safe. Never had been. “I promise.”
