My in-laws sent my daughter a teddy bear for her birthday—when she pointed to its eye, I realized something was terribly wrong, and three days later, the police were at their door

outlet, lamp, and even the smoke detector in the hallway. I sat in front of the paper bag, feeling as though something dark was watching us from inside it.

At ten forty-seven, my phone rang.

It was Rodrigo.

“Mariana,” he said. “Tomorrow morning a specialist is coming over. And listen carefully: if this is what I think it is, you’re not dealing with a continue reading …