~ Calista ~

The bishop said a new priest would be sent to us,” Dad says, stirring his coffee. “An exorcist.”

“Exorcist,” Mom hums. “The old priest died of cardiac arrest, not a demonic attack like they claim. We don’t need that here. There are no demons in this town.”

I don’t look up from where I sit in the living room, but I listen.

An exorcist.

The word makes my heart skip.

Because if there is a demon here, it isn’t the kind they pray against. And if anyone ever found out what I did to him…

Faith in this house has a schedule—breakfast, prayer, silence, correction. My mother...