“Someone Did This to Him”
When two police officers arrived, the tension in the room thickened. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of what was happening.
The doctor finally turned to me, his tone softer but unflinching. “Mrs. Miller,” he said, “these marks aren’t from an infection or a natural cause. Your husband has been exposed to a chemical irritant — something corrosive that was applied directly to his skin. This was deliberate. Someone did this to him.”
The words didn’t register at first. Deliberate? My David — the kindest, most honest man I knew — had been attacked?
Tears welled in my eyes. “But who would do that? And why?”
The Investigation
The police began asking questions about David’s work. Who did he spend time with? Did anyone have access to his clothes or locker?
That’s when I remembered the odd things I’d ignored — the nights he came home late, the faint chemical smell clinging to his shirt, the way he’d brushed off my concerns.
When I mentioned that detail, one of the detectives exchanged a grim look with the doctor.
“That’s it,” he said quietly. “This was done through contact — most likely his work clothes. This isn’t an accident. It’s an assault.”
I felt my knees weaken. The world blurred as I gripped the edge of a chair for balance.
The Truth He Tried to Hide
