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ELEVEN YEARS AGO
Five-year-old Jennie Saltzman was twisting and turning in her bed. Silent whimpers escape the girl's lips as she tightly clutches onto the sheets. She was having a nightmare.
Suddenly, the young brunette screams, jerking out of her bed. A few tears escape her eyes as she blinks, gasping for air. She looks down to the left of her to find Lizzie and Josie, soundlessly asleep. The two sisters wrapped in each other's arms.
It didn't take long for Alaric Saltzman to walk through the door, quickly kneeling by his daughter's side. "Hey. Hey. You're alright. You're okay. It's just a nightmare." He assures his daughter, placing his hand on her arm.
Jennie shakes her head, crying. "No, it's not. They're coming for me!"
Alaric furrows his brows. "Who? Who's coming for you, sweetheart?"
"The evil witch," Jennie whispers in a complete panic.
Alaric sighs. "You were watching Snow White again last night. Don't worry sweetie, the evil witch isn't going to come anywhere near you, okay? I'll protect you. I promise."
"Pinky promise?" Jennie asks, holding her pinky out.
Alaric chuckles, connecting his pinky with his youngest daughters. "Pinky promise."
"Alright, go back to bed." Alaric stands up, placing a kiss on Jennie's forehead. "You're safe now. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
Jennie smiles as she lays back down on the bed, cuddling next to her sisters. "I love you, dad."
Alaric smiles. "I love you too."
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PRESENT
"Jennie? Jennie, come on open the door." Lizzie Saltzman calls out, knocking on her sister's door. "Jennie, seriously we need to talk."
No response.
"I know somethings wrong. Triplet pain remember?" Lizzie reminds her sister. She had felt a sharp pain in her stomach for the past few hours.
