That night, sleep didn't come easily to Leslie. Aside from recalling the pleasant moments she experienced during the family meal, she also kept envisioning her first meeting with Calliope tomorrow.
Which was the best way to approach her daughter?
Would she cry right after seeing her little one?
How should she interact with her precious child?
Those thoughts kept Leslie awake. Fortunately, she finally drifted to sleep before the clock struck one in the morning. Her lips remained curled up as good dreams accompanied her sleep.
But...
Leslie was unaware of the darkness lurking beneath. It extended its claws, breaking into her good dreams before replacing them with visions tainted with despair and helplessness.
"What was that..."
Blinking her eyes, Leslie groggily stared at the ceiling above. She caught the sound of her slightly hoarse voice, questioning herself over the nightmare that stirred her awake.
