Ten minutes later, I heard the front door open downstairs.
Then came a voice I recognized instantly.
Angela.
My mother-in-law had a habit of letting herself into our house whenever she knew someone was home. She rarely considered calling ahead necessary.
I hadn’t expected her that afternoon.
I hadn’t invited her.
And as I lay upstairs, too exhausted to move, I had absolutely no idea that her unexpected visit was about to turn an ordinary dinner into a family confrontation none of us would forget.
