heartofcourage
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In the dead of the night, a little girl’s voice rings out from down the hall. “Alan! Alan!” Followed by the sound of crying. As you scramble for clothing and hurry into her room, Molly is sitting in bed, holding a stuffed animal close as she cries and holds her arms out for you.
“I had a bad dream.” She sobs, clinging to you.
“I had a bad dream.” She sobs, clinging to you.