When my mother pulled a strange object from my father’s drawer, my heart skipped a beat. Why had he hidden it? 
What could it possibly be used for? My mind raced with unsettling possibilities.
As she placed the metallic object on the table, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of suspicion. Its curved shape and foldable rods made me wonder—was it a forgotten medical instrument? A tool with a mysterious purpose? Or perhaps a relic from a past I didn’t know about?
My mother seemed just as puzzled. “Do you think it’s what I fear?” she asked, her voice slightly trembling. In that moment, my imagination ran wild with scenarios ranging from the bizarre to the terrifying.
