As Emily’s pregnancy progressed, she felt increasingly fatigued.

She had been in the attic all day, reading. She was so tired that she lay on the bed, listening to Mr. Satan’s gentle, deep voice, and eventually fell asleep.

When she woke up in the morning, she realized the call had lasted all night. Her phone was warm in her hand.

Hearing her stir, Mr. Satan said softly, "Awake?"

Emily rubbed her hair, a bit embarrassed, and brought the phone closer to her ear. "I fell asleep. Why ...