JoAnn ate her dinner voraciously. Her mother remarked that she was glad to see her appetite back. Her father reminded her that she was not to leave the house this evening, nor call anyone on the phone. She retired to her room.
Under her bed she’d hidden a few books she’d checked out from the library on the way back from the clinic. She opened Your Pregnancy And You and used the little calendar to figure out how far along she was. About six weeks. Her baby was barely a speck inside, but already it had a heartbeat.
She picked up the next book Demons: A Guide and thumbed through it halfheartedly. She didn’t really believe the crazy old witch woman. How could a human baby turn out to be a demon? The book clearly showed incantations, or some sort of legend to be the source of them. Nothing about demon babies.
There was a knock on her door. She jumped and hid the books under her pillow as the door opened.
“Honey, are you okay?” her mom asked. She sat on the edge of the bed beside JoAnn.
What did she suspect?