I had just given birth when my eight-year-old daughter ran into the hospital room, her eyes wide and alert. She closed the curtains, then whispered right against my ear: “Mom… get under the bed. Right now.” My heart clenched, but I did as she said. The two of us lay close together beneath the bed, trying to keep our breaths as quiet as possible. Suddenly, heavy footsteps entered the room. Just as I tried to look out, she gently covered my mouth—her eyes filled with a fear I had never seen before. And then… Continue reading…
