My fingers brushed against it in the dark, and I nearly screamed. One second I was searching for a charger, the next I was sure I’d uncovered something unspeakable. My heart pounded. My throat tightened. The shape, the texture, the hair stuck to its surface—it all felt wrong. I imagined police sirens, secrets, double lives. Every second I held it, my brain invented new horrors. I almost threw it away, almost walked out, almost called someone. Instead, I carried it to her with shaking hands, bracing for the truth that would change everything foreve… Continues…