White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

touch it,” Clara warned from her corner, not looking up from the linoleum floor.

“I wasn’t,” I said, though my fingers had indeed been hovering near my temple. “It just hurts to blink, Clara.”

“That is because she scraped you like a carrot,” Clara said.

Before I could reply, the door swung open and Dr. Evans entered. He was a small man continue reading …