Doctors Found Nothing—Until a Watch Repairman Told Me to Take It Off Immediately

afternoon, Melissa stopped by. The moment she saw me, her face drained of color.

“Dad,” she whispered. “Oh my God, Dad.”

“I’m okay,” I tried to say, but she was already beside me, hands on my face.

“You’re not okay. Look at you. Your hair.” She touched my head gently, tears forming. “Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?”

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