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.

whole situation.

The real turning point of the story came on Sunday afternoon.

Mrs. Tabitha summoned me to the living room with the black notebook resting on her lap.

“Next Saturday will be the anniversary of my husband’s death,” she said proudly. “The whole extended family will be coming to this house, so this year you will be cooking everything so everyone continue reading …