Yanked from her doze, Laura jolted back into consciousness at the sound of Jacquelyn's scream. The sound still jarring in her ears, she rose from her chair to bend over the poor girl's shaking body. Despite the clinical precision with which Laura had been examining Jacquelyn mere hours ago, the scream pricked deep into Laura's heart. Any mother understood a child's fear, and Laura could hear her children's cries echoing in Jacquelyn's. Thus, Laura acted on impulse, obeying her maternal instincts to reach out and touch the girl's shoulder comfortingly. "Jacquelyn?" Laura's voice was smooth and gentle. "It's all right. It was only a dream."
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