Clay “Daddy? What happened to Vanessa?” Emily asked as I prepared a tea for her to calm her nerves. “I’m not sure, baby girl. But for now, let’s just comfort her, okay?” I replied, getting a nod from her. Looking at her little face, I could tell she was sad and worried about Vanessa. She walked away, opening the pantry door to get some cookies. “This should cheer her up,” she mentioned, shaking the box with excitement before running out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Careful not to spill any of the hot, aromatic drink, I headed up to her room. Emily opened the door carefully, walking in with the cookies tightly against her chest. She walked around the bed, looking at Vanessa with sa
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