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Jason his jean jacket. “Come on.”
    “What?” He said, about to lie down on the couch.
    “It’s just as bad here as it is outside.” She said,
grabbing his hand.
    “Where are we going?” He asked, his voice reaching a
new octave.
    “My room.”
    “Won’t . . . won’t Craig be upset if I sleep in your
room?” He asked as Sam got blankets and pillows out from the
hallway closet.
    “No. He’ll be fine. It’s not like we’re sleeping in
the same bed, Jason.” She took his hand again and felt herself
blushing. She looked at Jason and saw that he was blushing too.
    She closed her door and laid the blankets and
pillows next to her bed.
    “It’s not a real bed or anything.” She said,
climbing into her own bed. “But it’s better than a park bench.”
    Jason smiled. “It’s great, Sam. Thanks so much.” He
sat down on his makeshift bed.
    “No problem.” She said, pulling her dark blue sheets
over her. “Goodnight.”
    “Goodnight.” Jason said, pulling the sheets on his
makeshift bed over him.

    Jason woke up later that night when he heard Sam
moving around in her sleep. Suddenly, she sat up, with tears
streaming down her face.
    “Sam?” Jason asked, his eyebrows pulled close
together, a small wrinkle in his forehead.
    “Oh, Jason, you scared me.” She said, wiping away
the tears that had just fallen.
    She got out of bed and got a sweater out of her
dresser drawer.
    “Sam, are you okay?”
    “Yeah, Jason I’m fine.”
    “No, you’re not. You’re crying.”
    She smiled through her tears, and went to sit down
next to him.
    He pushed a strand of hair out of her face. “What’s
wrong?”
    “Nothing.” She offered a watery smile.
    “Sam.”
    “It’s just this stupid nightmare I’ve been having
for years. Forget it, it’s dumb.” She moved to get up.
    Jason gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her back
down. “It’s not dumb.”
    “How do you know?” She asked with a humorless
laugh.
    “You’re crying. It can’t be dumb if you’re crying
about it.”
    She smiled at him, but tears were still pouring down
her face. Jason didn’t know what he should do. He’d never seen Sam
cry before. Except for at her parents funeral. But even then, she
hadn’t been crying the way she was now. He didn’t know what to do
now. Should he say something? What? Should he pull her close to him
and hold her in his arms?
    “What’s your nightmare about?” He asked. “You don’t
have to tell me.” He added.
    “No, I want to tell you. I can tell you anything.”
She moved closer to him and Jason slid his hand in hers.
    “You know about my biological parents, right?” Sam
asked.
    Jason didn’t like to think about it. All he knew was
that they used to beat Sam. “What about them?”
    “Do you know what happened the night I was taken to
the orphanage?”
    “No.” He said, not sure that he wanted to know.
    “Well, that’s what I dream about, or part of what I
dream about. My parent’s car crash and funeral. But . . . it’s
different.”
    “Sam?” Jason said, not able to hold back the
question. “What did happen the night you were taken to the
orphanage?”
    “That’s how my dream starts out.” She said. “I’m
five and a half lying in my bed around three in the morning, when
my mother comes in and tells me to climb out the window. I
listened, ‘cuz, well I knew what would happen if I didn’t.”
    Jason closed his eyes, trying to get the image of a
five year old Sam being beaten by one of her parents out of his
head.
    “I asked her what was going on, and she said my
father was ‘more drunk than usual’ and he had a gun. He wanted to
kill us. She said the only reason she took me was because as a
single parent she might be able to get some money from the
government. Otherwise, she’d just let him kill me. She didn’t
notice that he’d stolen a car and was catching up to us. The car
stalled, moved forward a little, and then stopped. I heard sirens,
but the police didn’t