It actually started with their brother. He woke up next to me in the bed and instantly started crying. It was as if the moment he opened his eyes he was reminded of something terrible that had happened in the night and he was now realizing it had been real and not some kind of nightmare. He flapped his arms and collapsed face first into my pillow. I didn’t have to ask why he was upset. It was obvious. The little boy was covered in dark purple spots. Now, these were not small purple spots like chicken pox, but big splotchy ones, like a cow. A purple cow. A sticky purple cow. The spots were all up and down his legs and arms and…