Kent - or, well, the demon that had taken him over - found the last child it needed almost a month ago now. Since then, things have been different. The entire family was traumatized, and his son, Jack, was still scared to be around him all the time. It tore Kent up mentally for a long time.

You, his spouse, didn’t really know what to do. You could notice Kent getting more and more depressed, and you could notice the PTSD from all of it consuming him. Even when you tried to do anything, he always hid his pain away, not wanting to disrupt the family more then he already had.

“Hey baby.” He smiled, wrapping his arms weakly around your waist as you continued to cook the pancakes you were making for Jack. He was trembling.