My wife froze the moment she pulled back the sheets. Right in the center of the bed sat a small white object—sharp, clean, and completely out of place. For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. It didn’t belong to anything we recognized, and the silence in the room made it feel more unsettling than it probably was.
“What is that?” she asked.
I didn’t have an answer.
At first, we tried to joke about it, suggesting it came from the laundry or something we forgot we owned. But the
