Drifting in and out of sleep, Rory faintly caught the sound of Terry's piercing cries.
"Terry?"
Rory opened her eyes, threw off the covers, and had just sat up in bed when her bedroom door was gently pushed open from the outside.
Vangar's tall figure appeared in the doorway, cradling a sobbing Terry, whose eyelashes were still wet with tears.
"Mommy..."
The moment Terry saw Rory, his little mouth pouted with grievance. Feeling like he had found his ultimate protector, he reached out his chubby little arms, begging for a hug.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying like this?"
Rory's heart ached terribly for him. She quickly took Terry from Vangar's arms and held him tight against her chest.
The little guy's body was still trembling slightly. He buried his head into Rory's warm embrace, rubbing his tiny nose against her pajamas. With a thick, nasally voice, he whimpered his cute little accusation:
