The darkness hid what was once a child’s room. Tenaya sat on the floor in the dark, waiting, surrounded by dolls and stuffed animals. They were more than fabric, cotton, and plastic. They were her advisers, confidants, and closest friends. They told her what she needed to do and exactly how to do it. She heard his footsteps slowly tipping toward her room. Daddy was coming to play their secret game. Her small hands squeezed the hilt as she sat waiting for the door to open. This time, he would play her game. Her friends had told her what to do.
— Michael D. Brooks