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She was having one of those nightmares again, and it woke Noah up from his sleep as well. Noah stirred in his sleep, the sound of distant whimpers slowly pulling him out of his sleep.

At first, he didn’t understand what was happening because he was all groggy and disoriented, then he sat up in his bed, his mind registering the source of the sound.

It was coming from Grace’s room.

It was Grace.

The whimpers grew louder, turning into muffled sobs that echoed through the silent house. Concerned, Noah threw off his covers, wore his slippers, and walked out of his room to pad softly across the hallway towards her room.

He would have thought that there was someone in her room making her sound like that, but he had witnessed her having a nightmare before, so he knew that was what it was.

In his opinion, he still think that she needed to see a therapist, because she would not be able to break free from whatever it was that was hunting her in her sleep if she didn’t, and that wouldn’t be good