"Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. Please don't take it to heart," Sophie hurriedly apologized.
"No... I was just remembering when you were little."
Sarah turned away, wiping a tear from her eye.
"Mom, that's all in the past. Besides, I was a brave kid. I wasn't scared," Sophie said, gently trying to comfort her.
That evening, when Jason Jenkins came to pick up Mia, Sarah explained what had happened.
"Mr. Jenkins, I am so incredibly sorry. She must have been terrified. I will be much more careful, and I promise you it will never happen again."
Sarah's face was etched with guilt. Jason didn't place any blame on her, instead offering a few reassuring words.
But Mia absolutely refused to go home with him.
"I want to sleep with Sophie."
Mia clung tightly to Sophie's neck, refusing to let go.
Jason tried to coax her for quite a while, but Mia stubbornly shook her head.
"It's fine, I'll stay with her tonight. You can pick her up tomorrow."
Sophie waved Jason off, insisting he head home.
That night, Mia refused to sleep with her plush toys. Instead, she wrapped her little arms securely around Sophie's arm—just like Sophie used to do with her own mother when she was a little girl.
In the middle of the night, Mia let out a few soft whimpers, sleepily murmuring "Mom" into the darkness.
Sophie pulled her closer, gently stroking her hair to soothe her.
When she was very small, she used to have nightmares all the time, too.
Whenever she was home alone, the tree branches scraping against the windowpane in the night breeze, the sudden sound of footsteps out in the hallway, or the booming thunder and violent lightning of a storm would mutate into terrifying monsters in her dreams.

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