in our kitchen.
“Hold still,” I said.
Ethan immediately looked worried.
“Did he mess up my haircut?”
“No. I just want to check something.”
I moved the hair behind his left ear.
At first, I saw nothing.
Then I noticed a small flesh-colored patch tucked into the crease behind the ear.
It blended almost perfectly with his skin.
I touched it.
Something hard was underneath.
Every instinct in my body changed at once.
I carefully lifted the edge.
Underneath was a tiny black disc.
Smooth.
Hard.
Barely larger than a
