What My Daughter Told Me Outside Made My Blood Run Cold
I didn’t argue in front of them. Not yet.
I quietly called Sasha outside and walked her to the old swing set.
The second we were alone, she crumpled.
“I don’t know how it got like this,” she whispered, shaking. “Omar says we owe them hospitality.”
She told me Denise kept repeating one line like it was law.
“It’s a daughter-in-law’s duty.”
I asked Sasha where she’d been sleeping.
She looked down.
“On the sofa.”
Denise had taken the master bedroom because she “needed” the good mattress.
