“See?” I pointed at the laughing mother. “See how she loves her human child?” At that moment, the woman snatched her son from the swing and squeezed him in a tight embrace, covering his face with kisses. He cooed and flailed — just a baby. Not the miniature adult he would have been if he carried one of my kind. Jared gasped. “The baby is human? How? Why? For how long?”
