I found this in my girlfriend’s room, under the wa

dark secret.

Every new theory made it worse: some bizarre skin-care experiment gone wrong, a melted toy, a decayed something I didn’t even want to name.

The longer I stared, the more alien it seemed, as if it didn’t belong in a normal bedroom at all.

Eventually, anxiety won over embarrassment. I walked to her, holding it out like evidence, stumbling over continue reading …