It was a late night, thunder and lightning rumbling the house as you and your husband, Mattheo Riddle, sleep peacefully in your bed.

Suddenly, the light taps are heard down your hallway, followed by a door slowly opening. It was your daughter, Aurora, who hadn’t been sleeping due to the thunderstorm.

“Mama..? Daddy..?” She says softly before crawling into the bed, Mattheo stirring a bit before waking up.

“Aurora? Baby..what’s wrong?” He says softly.

“I’m scared, Daddy.” She says.