"I thinks Daddies will be mean again. Nice at first but then nasty and do smackies and . . . I not wanna have to hide in the dark again, Angie. I get scared." His voice broke. Lower lip trembled. He used his napkin to dab at his eyes. "It makes me feel so sad, birdie. I is lost in the darkness and monsters are coming, but I can't get out and they gonna get me and I not know how to not be scared, so I cry. And then the nasty scared doesn't go away even when the dark does."

"Would I ever do that to you?" Angel asked...