My mother-in-law has been bedridden for three years. Yesterday, while I was doing the laundry, my five-year-old daughter found something hidden among her blankets. “Mommy, look at this!” she shouted, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and fear. The moment I held it in my hands, a chill ran down my spine. I couldn’t understand how an object like that had ended up there… and, above all, why someone had hidden it so carefully. That was the instant I knew nothing in this house was what it

"Some symbol with meaning"