dark with blood and wax, segmented like an insect larva.
It twisted once, struck the side of the bowl, and curled upon itself.
“Dear God.”
Gideon saw her lips move.
His hand immediately reached for the notebook.
What is it?
Rosalie swallowed.
She had grown up around animals.
She had cleaned infected wounds, helped her mother deliver calves, and onceremoved maggots from a sheep after a summer injury.
But this was different.
Because Gideon had suffered since childhood.
She dipped the tweezers into alcohol and carefully turned the creature over.
