Everything started out very calmly. In the evening we had dinner together, then I went to the bathroom to take a shower. My husband stayed in the room with his mother, chatting pleasantly. I didn’t pay any attention to it.

But when I had already turned on the water, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to take a clean towel from the bedroom. I had to go back. I tried to walk quietly so as not to disturb their conversation. But as soon as I approached the door, I heard their voices. And then a strange feeling pierced me: my mother-in-law was speaking in a low, almost whispering voice — and she was talking about me.