A flood of relief dropped over her as he seemed to understand and confirmed her fear. Which overtook her immediately. She felt sick for a moment and had to lean her forehead against the table.
"I hope she would be wrong. Why couldn't she just be wrong..." Sure she had seen the signs. She had noticed the smell, but she had been denying it. She didn't want it to be true. Mary turned her face to look at Judas as he spoke about his missing in action father and blinked. She had never met her own father. Perhaps he had come to see her after all, when she was hitting puberty and had seen her and seen no point in telling her. Perhaps she was a disappointment to both her parents.
"My father wasn't around either...but he never showed up to tell me anything." She clenched her fists under the table. It wasn't fair. "So, I'm the worst succubus ever. Fine. Very funny." She spoke to the ceiling, God DID have a sense of humor.
"Now what do I do..." Having read too much on the subject recently she was scared out of her mind.