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Usually a touch wakes her. This must be a bad one. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Taylor into her arms, before she cradled her tight against her heart.
“Shhh. I’m here. Wake up. It’s okay.” Taylor’s arm flailed out smacking Angela’s face. She pulled her tighter and shook her gently. “Taylor, it’s mommy. Wake up.” Her voice louder and more demanding.
Taylor’s eyes shot open. Her gaze latched on Angela’s as a silent scream formed on her lips. Taylor’s body stiffened in her mother’s arms. When will this trauma ever go away? Angela reached up brushing the hair from her own eyes. She felt the wetness on her cheek and realized she’d been crying.
“Taylor, honey, Mommy’s here. I have you. There’s no bad man here.” Angela’s soft voice choked on her tears. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
As her gaze focused, Taylor’s body relaxed. Her brow puckered in what Angela called her “question face.” Taylor’s small hand reached up and touched the tear trailing down Angela’s cheek.