When my shaking ten-year-old begged me to hurry home, I had no idea a nightmare was waiting. I raced inside to find my husband and child cold and motionless on the living room rug. Paramedics rushed in, but the lead officer grabbed my arm, shaking his head. “Ma’am, this wasn’t an accident…”

silver foil square.

Miller immediately snapped a blue latex glove over his right hand. He approached the bed as if approaching an unexploded ordnance and delicately pinched the foil between his thumb and forefinger.

He held it up to the fluorescent light, gently smoothing the creases.

It was absolutely not the label of an over-the-counter multivitamin.continue reading …