We found this in our bathroom. When I first saw it, I was really scαred.

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.

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