The moment I stepped into my in-laws’ house, something felt off. The familiar warmth and cheer were missing. I had dropped by to surprise my mother-in-law, Sharon, with a batch of homemade cookies. Bryce, my husband, had to work that day, so I went alone, expecting a quick, cheerful visit.
But as I approached the front door, I noticed the lights were off and the house was unusually quiet. I knocked a few times, but no one answered. Thinking maybe they were out, I texted my father-in-law, Frank. He replied, “Out with the guys. Sharon’s resting.” It felt a little strange, but I didn’t question it—at first.
Still, something didn’t sit right. I let myself in and called out, but was met only with silence. The house, usually filled with the sound of Sharon humming or chatting, felt heavy. Then I heard a soft tapping sound from upstairs.
Curiosity and concern led me to the attic door—normally locked. Strangely, the key was in the lock. I hesitated before opening it. Inside, to my shock, was Sharon sitting quietly in a chair, looking tired and unlike her usual self.
She greeted me gently, and when I asked what was going on, her answer surprised me. She explained she’d reorganized a room Frank usually kept to himself, hoping to surprise him. But instead, it had led to a major disagreement between them. She said he had asked her to stay upstairs and reflect on it. While she tried to downplay it, I could see it had deeply affected her.
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