I sat in the park with my boyfriend, basking in the warmth of a breezy afternoon, the air filled with laughter and lighthearted conversation. Everything felt perfect—until a woman appeared, her presence as sudden as it was unsettling. She was in her late thirties, her sharp eyes locked onto mine as she approached with a purposeful stride. Without a word, she pressed a sanitary pad into my hand, her voice calm yet urgent. “You need this,” she said. I was caught off guard, unsure of how to respond.
Confusion settled over me as I excused myself to the restroom, doubting the need for the pad since I wasn’t on my period. But when I returned, it felt heavier in my hand—like it carried a secret. My fingers shook as I peeled back the wrapper. At first glance, it looked ordinary, but when I flipped it over, my breath caught. In shaky red ink, the words “Trust him” were scrawled across the surface. My heart raced. The message was clear, yet the meaning was a puzzle I couldn’t solve. Who was this woman? Why had she given me this cryptic warning?