As Aron used his pocket knife to cut the pomegranate in half, his daughter clapped and giggled beside him, jumping up and down on the balls of her feet in excitement. He smiled as he pressed his index finger to his lips when he finished his task.
“Mommy is still sleeping, ma chérie. She’s really tired, so we need to keep quiet and don’t wake her.” He looked over Derrah’s head at Nevaeh’s sleeping form nestled under the blanket. She hadn’t awakened yet, ever since they had exorcised the demon Isad from her body, and for a time, he and his daughter had been cuddled up beside her. That is, until a few minutes ago when Derrah declared she was hungry.
“Sorry, Daddy,” Derrah whispered loudly before cupping her mouth and giggling again. Aron chuckled with her as he began picking the red seeds o
