While laughing with my boyfriend at the park, a woman in her 30s approached with a serious expression. Without a word, she pressed a sanitary pad into my hand, saying urgently, “You need this,” then vanished into the crowd. I wasn’t on my period, so her intensity unsettled me. In the restroom, I confirmed nothing was amiss, but unease lingered. Back with my boyfriend, I examined
the pad and found “Trust him” scrawled in red ink. My heart pounded. Was this about my boyfriend, oblivious on his phone? The deliberate message felt like a warning or a clue, not a coincidence. My hands shook as I pondered its meaning, the ordinary pad now a chilling puzzle piece to a larger mystery.
