That evening, Emma is tossing and turning in her bed. The nightlight is off. She is no longer afraid of the dark. And ever since Lector’s voice faded into the back of her mind, she hasn’t had to suffer those bad dreams that would traumatise her. The therapy her father arranged helped. Talking to him about it helped more. But that wasn’t what was keeping her up tonight.
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