A Simple Life, A Sudden Mystery
For eight years, my husband David and I lived a quiet, happy life in a small Tennessee town. Our home was modest but full of love — laughter over breakfast, bedtime stories with our daughter, and long evenings spent talking about simple dreams.

David was steady, gentle, and good to his core. He never complained, never shouted, and never ended a day without hugging our little girl and kissing me on the forehead. Life wasn’t perfect, but it was peaceful — until the morning everything changed.

A few months ago, I started noticing subtle differences in him. He was always tired, scratching at his back until his shirts were dusted with tiny lint marks. At first, I brushed it off as dry skin or mosquito bites — the kind of thing you ignore in a busy life.

But one morning, I pulled back the covers and lifted his shirt to apply some lotion… and what I saw made my breath catch.

The Red Marks
His back was covered in clusters of red bumps — small, raised, and arranged in eerie, symmetrical patterns. They didn’t look like an allergy or bug bites. They looked almost deliberate, as if something had been pressed against his skin.

My heart started pounding.