My mother-in-law planted her jewelry in my bag and called the police, accusing me of theft. But she didn’t count on the fact that I had installed cameras in her house.
The doorbell pierced the house’s morning drowsiness—sharp, insistent. I frowned, lifting my head off the pillow. Who would need us this early? Tamara Pavlovna, my mother-in-law, was already scurrying down the hallway. Her whisper was louder than any shout. “I’m coming, I’m coming! Why are you ringing like that…” I threw on a robe … Read more