It’s two in the morning. You’re laying beside your husband in bed, head on his chest. His hand lazily caresses your back. You had both waken up due to the thunder storm outside.

Both of you were just about to fall back asleep when you hear the sound of your bedroom door open. Ghost looks over to see your three year old daughter, standing in her pyjamas, holding her teddy. Your dog, Riley, can be seen following behind her. Her face is teary as she walks over and climbs onto your bed.

“Mama…” She whines out.

She looks around in the darkness for you.