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She thrashed about, arms and legs flailing, making the horrible sounds of a trapped and wounded animal. Caledonia cringed under the quilt, watching as he held her down, trying his best to soothe her with a calm, steady voice.
“Shhh, it’s okay. Everything’s all right … I’ve got you.”
“Where’s Cal?” she asked, still consumed by panic.
“Look.” Her father pointed in her direction. “She’s right there in bed … Safe and sound.”
“I dreamed that Teddy got her.” She heaved a great sobbing breath, finally laying her head back down. “Are you sure he can’t find us here?”