At first glance, it looked almost dangerous. The object was small, only a couple inches long, but it had a pointed tip and threaded end that made it feel oddly threatening. My mind instantly raced toward worst-case scenarios. Was it part of a weapon? Something illegal? I called Ethan immediately, expecting a simple explanation, but his strange reaction only fueled my anxiety. Instead of identifying it, he laughed awkwardly and said, “Probably nothing.” That uncertainty transformed an ordinary object into something unsettling. The more I stared at it, the more suspicious I became. Suddenly, little details about Ethan’s recent behavior seemed different — the late evenings, the quiet moods, the unexplained weekend outings.
By the next day, curiosity finally led me to search the tiny engraved brand name on the object.
