“But I don’t want to go to bed, the man with no eyes is waiting for me in the closet!”

Clark Davidson sighed in exasperation. “Baby, we’ve talked about this, remember?”

His daughter looked up at him wet eyes. “I know, but-“

Clark rests a hand on little Amelia’s shoulder and gently squeezes, cutting her off. “No buts, okay? The man with no eyes isn’t real, and you’re mom and are going to keep y...