I noticed dozens of tiny crimson dots scattered across my husband’s back, and a cold dread flooded my chest. The doctor took one look, his face draining of color, and murmured, “You need to contact the authorities… immediately.”
That morning, when I lifted Lucas’s shirt, I expected hives—maybe a rash, maybe bug bites. Instead, I counted nearly thirty perfect red pinpoints, arranged in eerie symmetry across his upper back. Under the light, they almost gleamed, as if something metallic lay hidden beneath his skin. “Lucas,” I whispered, my hands shaking. “Don’t move.” He … Read more