Billy demanded. He stumbled out of his bedroom and down the upstairs hall, his skinny twelve-year old body looking even smaller in gray boxers and a faded blue and white ‘Seattle Mariners’ tee shirt. His blond hair stood out in all directions, his eyes were wide and round and there was a hint of wary apprehension in the set of his shoulders. “I heard something. What—” “It’s okay.” Andie carefully pulled Jamie’s bedroom door closed, then settled an arm around Billy. “Jamie had another bad dream. That’s all it is.” Billy blinked a few times. “Again?” “I’m afraid so.” Jamie had been tormented by his dreams every single night of the month he’d been with them. “Poor little kid,” Billy muttered as he relaxed against her. Andie squeezed his shoulder, relieved to feel the tension drain from his body. Four years ago, Billy had been the new arrival with nightmares. Unexpected noises in the middle of the night still bothered him but, apart from that, he’d managed to put his past behind him.
