“Do you love her?”
“She’s my daughter.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Sarah looked down at the sleeping baby in the bassinet. “No.” Tears formed in her eyes. “I should, I know I should.”
“It doesn’t have to be this way.”
Sarah turned, looking him over. Tall, dark, demonic. “You’re asking me to trust the devil.”
He smiled, yellow fangs protruding. “I can make you love her.”
He crossed his heart.
Closing her eyes, Sarah exhaled and nodded. She felt a light breeze and opened them. The cradle lay empty.
Her knees buckled. Screaming, she fell, her heart shattering.