Bitterly, I took the pillow to the couch, not daring to react for fear of being labeled a “rude wife.”
All night I jumped and went back to bed, unable to sleep. Someone’s shadow from above walked back and forth, the wood creaked, then the silence. It was almost daylight when I finally fell asleep.
Full part: On my wedding night, I had to give my bed to my mother-in-law because she was “dug”; the next morning I found something glued to the sheet that left me speechless.ad
