“Get out of my house!” my mother-in-law yelled, forgetting the apartment was actually a gift from my parents. What I did next made both her and her son deeply regret it.
“I said leave!” I stood frozen in the kitchen, a mug of coffee still in my hand. The hot liquid spilled over my fingers, but I barely noticed. The sting in my chest was far worse. “Marta… do you even realize what you’re saying?” My voice shook despite my effort to stay calm. “This…
