March 15. Spindlewood, Somerset
"Shhhhh... Back to bed, love. Mum and dad have visitors; we're having a party. Promise you won't come out. Promise you won't make any noise? Promise to be a very good girl and behave? Promise?" Her mum said all too hurriedly than usual, but she did understand, Sam nodded.
"Okay. Back to bed. We might be noisy, but you won't come out, right? You won't come out no matter what? And you will sleep, right?" Lilian said, hurriedly pushing her back to the bedroom, checking her back repeatedly. Hearing footsteps approaching, she turned to her three-year-old. Her eyes wide, tears were flowing freely out of her eyes.