Devon was home sick from school the day the police came knocking on doors, looking for any information about the newborn baby just found in a trash can behind the apartment building. Her mom lets the officer in, then chastises Devon for being so uncooperative. In her attempt to force Devon to sit up and answer the officer's questions, she pulls off the thick blanket Devon has been curled under, and the blood tells nearly the whole story. Devon, a responsible, diligent student and star athlete, has nothing to say as she is carted to the hospital and, later, a juvenile correction facility. In flashbacks during meetings with her lawyer and psychiatrist, Devon's story slowly unfolds: that one moment of irresponsibility that Devon has tried to pretend didn't happen, so she could deny the consequences of that action right up until That Night when It slithered out of her. 
 Devon's denial of her pregnancy seems unbelievable in the abstract, but her flashbacks tell a different story: a story of a scared teenage girl who has invested so much in not repeating her mother's mistakes that she ignores her own, pretending they never happened. Teasing out the truth from Devon's silences and inattention is a challenge, but that's only part of the plot: she's also now in the juvenile court system, including the juvenile correctional facility. Efaw clearly did a lot of research into what thee facilities are like for teens, rather than painting in broad strokes about assumed harsh evils. Devon could have easily been portrayed as our villain, but instead Efaw portrays her sympathetically. The conclusion comes on quickly (in fact, the whole story takes place over only a couple of weeks), and Devon clearly has a lot of healing ahead of her, but her decisions make sense in a way that leaves the reader satisfied with the outcome.