Janelle arrived home before Carter, changed into sweats and a T-shirt then flopped on the bed and lay there on her back, her knees drawn up to her chest. She concentrated, her eyes closed, and tried to remember when her last period was, which was always on time. Thinking back, she was three weeks late. The last few days, her breasts were tender, and she'd felt queasy before breakfast. Her period was probably just off track because of the bout of flu she'd had a month or so ago. One more ...