I open my eyes, and look over my shoulder. Ryan is asleep behind me, and we are laying on my bed.

I rub my eyes, and sit up. Ryan sits next to me now, and puts his arms around me.

I look at the empty bunk bed, at the top, where my baby would still be sleeping. My eight-year-old, Mira. My precious dark angel.

I start crying as I remember, in flashes, what I was trying to escape from last night. Lester must have been the one who turned Mira bad again. It couldn't possibly have been anyone else. But Nevaeh was free, and broke out of the Shadow Spell that Crystal and I placed on her.

Ryan hugs me tight, and tells me in my ear that everything would be okay.

But I can hear the crack in his voice, as he starts crying, too.