Madeline:
“Are they okay?” Baxter asked.
I walked out of the kids’ room and headed toward the terrace where he was waiting.
“They’re taking a nap,” I replied tiredly.
I could only imagine the pain the other mothers were feeling, especially those who had no idea how to get help for their children.
“We’ll find a cure. Don’t worry,” Baxter said, trying to comfort me even though we had no idea how we were going to do that.
“Don’t you think we’re a little late? It’s been days, and all we’re doing is interviewing the kids, making them relive the dreams and then what?” I asked hesitantly as my eyes filled with tears. “I nearly had a heart attack seeing my daughter like that.”
“And then we’ll put all the pieces together and figure out what’s going on. I’m sure the dreams play an important r
