CHAPTER 1
The Little Boy
In the dream, people screamed in fear and pain. The tiny boy, barely old enough to stand and walk, cried as frantic men and women ran in through the open door. He did not know – could not know – what was happening. He toddled to the door and looked out to see . . .
In bed, the boy trembled. His terrified mind wanted to escape, to run away from the awful dream, but his body could not wake. Then the dream changed.
Someone held him and calmed his fear. Someone warm and loving. The evil part of the dream faded. When the sun rose, the nightmare was gone but the good part, the woman who held him, remained.