On the first day, my mother-in-law smiled and humiliated me: “In this house you will eat the leftovers”; I didn’t raise my voice, I just obeyed every word until she had to cook alone for the whole family, and then everyone understood that the black notebook hid something much darker.

going to happen next.

PART 2
On the third day, the kitchen of the Edmonds house seemed completely abandoned.

It did not smell of fresh coffee brewed in a pot, or warm pastries, or eggs with bacon like Mrs. Tabitha boasted a decent family always ate for breakfast. On the dining table there was only some stale bread from the local grocery store and a plate continue reading …