Chapter Nine

“Bridge?” Sammy’s sleepy voice alerted her to the child being awake. 

“In the kitchen.” She mumbled locking her computer and shutting it. 

Sammy stumbled down the stairs and blinked sleepily at her guardian. Her tiny bare feet carried her across the tiled floor and over to where the barstools sat. Bridgette smiled as she watched the little girl struggle to climb the stool in her half asleep state. 

“Did you have that dream again?” Bridgette whispered, recognizing the signs of a sleepless night. 

“Yeah.” She mumbled, laying her head on the island. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. 

“I don’t know. Do you wan