"Daddy?" Eighteen-year-old Sirena stood at the doorway to her daddy's room, wearing an old oversized shirt of her daddy's and sleep shorts. Thunder boomed outside and lightning flashed in the window. "Daaaddddyyy???" Sirena tried again. She tiptoed forward, eyeing the lump on the bed that was her father. Finally, he grunted, starting to wake up. "Yes, Little One?" "I had a nightmare and woke up to super loud thunder. Can...