Heather had finished lunch for Megan. It was just some beef broth but it would be easy for Megan to eat. She was carrying a small bowl back to her room when she was brought short by the conversation she was having.
Her baby girl sounded like she was five years old again. It pained her to hear her talking to her father like he was really there. She knew that whatever this was messing with her daughter's mind.
Heather heard the panic in her daughter's voice and walked quickly to the bed and set the bowl on the bed side table. She sat down next to her. "What's wrong, sweetie?" She tried to calm her daughter down by stroking her hair.