What the Night WhispersChapter 2
I woke convinced I'd dreamed the events from the night. I knew how hard the previous day had hit me emotionally, and though I still had no answers about my son and daughter's 'games, ' I utterly dismissed the words which had penetrated my consciousness as the disconnected ramblings of my overactive imagination set free during a time of stress and anxiety. My son had called and left a message that he was staying with his friend that day and wouldn't be home until Sunday. I was somewhat...