Inside Danny’s shirt pocket was a small vial filled with a strange, clear liquid. The stepmother gasped, her face turning pale as she stumbled backward. Danny’s father, eyes wide with shock, carefully took the vial from his son’s shirt and examined it closely.
“What is this, Danny? Where did you get this?” he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief.
Danny, confused and frightened by the commotion, stammered, “I-I don’t know, Dad. I found it in the backyard while I was playing with the baby.”
