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CLIVE

Clara and I look at each other in disbelief. This must be the worst of our nightmares and for it to appear on our children we are disturbed. I urge her to explain further about the dream.

"Mommy you were in a cell and you were being tortured. You were screaming for Daddy. It was so loud and scary," Tracy repeated herself word for word. She's was in Clara's arms crying and shaking in fear.

I saw fear in Claret's eyes. She didn't know about the entire conversation that the moon goddess and I had, but she knew that there was a connection between that conversation and Tracy's dream. And she feared it.

"Tracy don't worry, everything is going to be alright," Claret soothed Tracy, rubbing her back.

"But Mama, it was so scary and it seemed so real," she cried, not soothed at all.