the room.
I looked at the doctor, then at the monitor. In the gray, staticky image of my son’s abdomen, there was a bright, stark-white cluster of small spheres. They were clumped together in an unnatural, twisted ring.
“What is that?” I whispered, my voice barely working.
“They are high-powered neodymium magnets. Desk toys,” the doctor said, his tone continue reading …