We circled the strange object as if the carpet had become a minefield. My husband grabbed a tissue like makeshift armor, his hand hovering above it, trembling with the burden of being the first to make contact. The room felt unnaturally quiet, like the air itself was waiting to see what would happen. We traded worst-case scenarios in choked half-sentences, our fear filling in every blank.When the truth finally arrived through a reverse image search,
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