That afternoon, I decided to flip the mattress and wash the sheets. Everything seemed normal until I noticed a cluster of tiny black grains tucked into the corner of the bed.
They were dull yet slightly shiny, like miniature pieces of coal.
My stomach dropped. My first thought: insect eggs. Maybe roaches? Beetles? My skin frozed just thinking about it.
I grabbed a piece of paper and carefully scooped a few of them up to inspect.
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