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In a moment of silence, Maeve's cries suddenly came from the room, mixed with muffled nasality, slicing through the night's quiet.
"I have a dad, I do have a dad. My dad is abroad, I am not a child nobody wants." Maeve kicked the blankets as her childish voice got louder and more urgent in her shouts. Wendy knew Maeve was having a nightmare again. Yves King seemed to understand too, that Maeve must have been thinking about the day's events again.
"Oh~ oh~~ Good Maeve, don't be afraid." Wendy quickly leaned over to Maeve's bedside, pressing her forehead against Maeve's sweaty little face, soothing her in a whisper: "Maeve is the best, don't be afraid, sleep peacefully, mommy will be by your side, staying with you."
