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She started up, but stopped when she heard Jason’s voice coming from Sean’s room. ‘It’s all right,’ Jason was saying softly. ‘It’s all right. Just a dream. I won’t let anyone hurt you. It’s all right.’ Over and over, the same gentle litany he used when Anna had bad dreams. Dani smiled and went back downstairs to get her pillows. * * * When she woke up the next morning, Jason was already awake. ‘I’m sorry,’ they said at the same time. They laughed. ‘I really am sorry,’ Jason said. ‘I had no right to say some of the things I said last night. I was just so upset that Sean won’t let me be his father….’ ‘Jason, I think he doesn’t want you to be his father because he doesn’t want to lose you the way he lost Ben,’ Dani said. ‘Ben was his father, and Ben died. Little kids’ minds work in strange ways. It could be that Sean’s afraid that anyone he calls ‘Daddy’ is going to die.’ ‘But his mother left him, and he calls you Mommy,’ Jason said. ‘He doesn’t remember his mother very well,’ Dani.

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