From that day on, Candy always wanted me to hold her hand. During meals, while watching cartoons, and whenever we went downstairs to play. Sometimes, she would fall asleep with her fingers still gripping the hem of my shirt.Mom asked, "Do you think Candy's still scared?"Dad said, "Give her time."The truth was, I was scared too. I would dream about the gray van and the headlights switching on, the pink hair clip lying on the ground, me screaming until my voice gave out while Dad still could not catch up.Every time I woke up, I would climb out of bed and go check on Candy. She would be asleep in her little bed, breathing softly. I would touch her hand, and it would be warm.This time, she was still here.One night, Mom got up for water and found me standing beside Candy's bed. She crouched down in front of me. "Levi, are you scared?"I nodded.She held me. "I'm scared too."I whispered, "Mommy, you have to keep Candy safe.""I will.""Dad too.""Him too.""And
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