
Every night, without fail, after dinner, Daniela—my new daughter-in-law—would go into the bathroom and stay there for over an hour. The sound of running water was constant, and a strange scent—a perfume I didn’t recognize—faintly drifted under the door. At first, I just found it odd. Then it bothered me. And finally… I got suspicious.
Daniela had been married …
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