Index mark
Before he could put his finger on what was bothering him, Rose interrupted his thoughts. "Blake, could you please go get Celena ready for breakfast?" Rose said.
"Okay hun, right away!" Blake replied as he hurried upstairs.
Rose finished setting out the food, then slipped off the oven mitts she'd been wearing.
There, stark against her pale skin, she noticed a patch of mottled gray on the pad of her index finger . It looked almost like a bruise, but the edges were too precise, the color too ashy.
"What the hell is this? Why is my thumb dark?" She asked herself. The mark wasn't there the previous day nor did she notice it when she woke up.
What then could it be?
She knew couldn't let Blake see this unless she wanted him to call the fire service, army and even astronauts on her behalf. She knew her husband loved her but sometimes it felt he did a little too much. She wasn't complaining though.