Chapter 6 - THE QUIET COMPLIANCE
For the rest of the afternoon, I acted entirely unbothered. When she left muddy footprints near the entryway, I stepped right over them. When she dropped apple cores on the coffee table, I left them untouched. My mother-in-law assumed my quiet demeanor meant she had successfully put me in my place, strutting around the house with her head held high, smug in her victory. David watched my calm exterior with cautious curiosity, whispering to me in the hallway if I needed backup, to which I simply whispered back, “Just trust me.”
