At a family dinner, my sister introduced her boyfriend—and for some reason, he couldn’t stop staring at me. He asked what I
Chapter 1: The Warning at Dinner The metallic taste of blood is a flavor you never truly forget. It is sharp, coppery, and unmistakable, strong enough to cut through the haze of a Sunday dinner that was supposed to be a celebration. I sat at the drafty end of the table, the place my family always left…
