So every night after that, he came back and tried to stay awake.
My seven-year-old had been losing sleep because he thought he was the only person protecting his sister.
I woke Daniel.
Daniel sat beside me while Ben stayed upstairs.
Then I woke Diane.
I didn’t scream.
Not at first.
I told her to come downstairs.
Daniel sat beside me while Ben stayed upstairs.
“Have you been deliberately waking Brenda?”
I asked one question.
“Have you been deliberately waking Brenda?”
Diane froze.
That was enough.
Daniel stood.
“Mom?”
She looked at him.
I called the police.
“I can explain.”
“Then explain,” I said.
She opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
I called the police.
Then, a few days later, I was rereading messages Diane had sent me.
Brenda was examined that morning. Thankfully, she was fine.
The police documented what we told them and explained that they would determine what, if anything, could be pursued further.