“Get out of my house!” my mother-in-law yelled, forgetting the apartment was actually a gift from my parents. What I did next made both her and her son deeply regret it.
“Get out!” Marta shouted again, swiping my favorite vase off the table. It crashed against the floor and shattered. “I said leave!” I stood frozen in the kitchen, a mug of coffee still in my hand. The hot liquid spilled over my fingers, but I barely noticed. The sting in my chest was far worse….
