My 6-year-old nephew dragged his broken leg across seven blocks with his starving little sister clinging to his shirt
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Chapter 3: Night Terrors
The first night Drew and Lily stayed at Peter’s house, neither of them slept.
Lily woke screaming at every creak.
Drew refused to lie down.
“I have to stay up,” he whispered. “In case she comes.”
Peter didn’t argue.
He sat on the floor beside them, back against the couch, and stayed awake all night.
At 3 a.m., Lily finally curled into his side.
At 4 a.m., Drew’s head tipped onto his shoulder.
At sunrise, Peter realized something simple and devastating.
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They didn’t trust safety yet.
But they were starting to trust him.
