The confrontation that followed was quieter than I’d imagined.
My husband and I stood together, a united front against the man who had tried to divide us.
When my father-in-law emerged from his room, he seemed surprised to find us waiting.
“What’s this?” he asked, eyes darting between us.
My husband spoke first, his voice steady but firm.
“We heard what you said last night.”
The older man’s face shifted, a flicker of something dark crossing his features.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he bluffed, but there was a tremor in his voice.
I stepped forward, heart pounding.
“We know the truth,” I said, my voice unwavering.
