Emma POV
The beeping machine next to my bed made a scary sound, like a robot crying. I squeezed Mr. Wolf tighter and pulled the blanket over my head. The bad men were gone, but the scary feelings were still inside me like monsters hiding in my tummy.
"Emma, sweetie, you need to eat something," a nice lady said. She had been trying to talk to me for three days, but I didn't want to talk to anyone except Mr. Wolf. He was the only one who understood what happened in that dark place.
I peeked out from under my blanket. The lady had kind eyes, but grown-ups always had secrets. They thought kids were too little to understand, but I knew more than they thought I did.
"Mr. Wolf says he's not hungry," I whispered, making my toy's head shake no.
The lady smiled, but it was the sad kind of smile people make when they don't know what to do. "Well, maybe Mr. Wolf would like some juice?"
