Discovering 30 red spots, like insect eggs, on my husband’s back, I rushed him to the emergency room. The doctor examined him immediately and told him urgently, “Call the police immediately.”

My husband, David, and I have been married for eight years. We never had much, but our little house in Tennessee was always filled with warmth and laughter. David was a quiet man, the kind who would come home from work, pick up our daughter, kiss me on the forehead, and never utter a single complaint.

But a few months ago, I started to notice something was wrong. He seemed constantly exhausted. His back was constantly itchy, and he scratched so much that his shirts were covered in tiny bits of lint. At first, I brushed them off—maybe mosquito bites, or a slight reaction to the laundry detergent.

Then one morning, while he was still asleep, I lifted his shirt to apply cream to him — and I froze.

His back was covered in small red bumps. At first, there were only a few. But as the days went by, more began to appear – dozens, arranged in strange symmetrical patterns. They looked eerily like clusters of insect eggs under his skin.