When I found the container in Henry\u2019s freezer marked \u201cDO NOT TOUCH,\u201d I should\u2019ve listened. But curiosity got the better of me. Inside were human teeth\u2014dozens of them, clean and carefully stored. My heart pounded. Was my kind, quiet son hiding something horrifying? My hands trembled as I backed away from the freezer, unsure whether to scream or run.<\/p>\n
Henry, 23, had always been gentle\u2014the kid who brought me tea when I had migraines and left notes on the fridge. After my husband died in the line of duty, Henry became my anchor. So when he asked for help tidying up during finals, I never hesitated\u2014I was proud to be needed. He\u2019d never given me a single reason to doubt him\u2014until that moment.<\/p>\n
Nothing could\u2019ve prepared me for what I found. I called the police, convinced Henry was either in danger or somehow involved in something sinister. They took him in for questioning, and I was left in the living room, shaken and heartsick, wondering how I\u2019d missed the signs. I sat on his couch for hours, staring at his childhood photos on the wall, unsure what kind of mother I had been.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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