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Victoria Olaniyi Nigeria
Undergraduate @ Redeemers university
In Relationships 3 min read
My Mother-in-Law Only Visits at Night and Always Leaves Something Behind
<p>Episode 2</p><p><br/></p><p>I stood there for a long moment after she left, staring at the guest room door.</p><p>Something about the way she had gone quietly, before daybreak didn’t sit right with me.</p><p><br/></p><p>When my wife woke up, I told her.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Your mother left early,” I said. “Before dawn.”</p><p><br/></p><p>My wife didn’t seem bothered.</p><p>“Maybe she was in a hurry,” she replied. “You know how she is.”</p><p><br/></p><p>I nodded. I didn’t want to turn a feeling into a problem. So I let it go.</p><p><br/></p><p>Later that day, I began packing the files I had left on the table the night before. As I lifted the last stack of papers, something slipped free and fell.</p><p><br/></p><p>There was a soft metallic sound as it hit the floor.</p><p><br/></p><p>I froze.</p><p><br/></p><p>The pin.</p><p><br/></p><p>The same one.</p><p>Old. Slightly rusted. Identical to the one I had thrown away twice.</p><p><br/></p><p>I picked it up slowly and stared at it.</p><p><br/></p><p>This wasn’t a mistake. This wasn’t coincidence.</p><p><br/></p><p>I went straight to my wife and showed it to her.</p><p><br/></p><p>“It was under my papers,” I said quietly. “I didn’t put it there. Neither did you. The only other person here last night was your mother.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Her face changed instantly.</p><p>“Why would my mum do that?” she asked sharply. “You’re reading too much into this.”</p><p><br/></p><p>I tried to explain, the timing, the pattern, but she shut the conversation down before it could go anywhere.</p><p><br/></p><p>From that moment, the house felt different.</p><p><br/></p><p>We didn’t argue.</p><p>But we didn’t laugh either.</p><p>The silence felt heavier than words.</p><p><br/></p><p>Every night, I lay awake, replaying everything. The pin. The visits. The sudden change in our home.</p><p><br/></p><p>Eventually, I made a decision.</p><p><br/></p><p>The next time she came, I would watch.</p><p><br/></p><p>A week later, she visited again.</p><p>She was unusually cheerful, laughing more than I had ever seen. My wife relaxed around her, as if everything was normal.</p><p><br/></p><p>But this time, I was ready.</p><p>I pretended to leave the sitting room and watched from behind the door.</p><p><br/></p><p>She sent my wife to get water.</p><p><br/></p><p>The moment my wife stepped away, her hand moved.</p><p><br/></p><p>She pulled out a pin.</p><p><br/></p><p>Just as she was about to place it on the table, I stepped out.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Don’t,” I said.</p><p><br/></p><p>Her hand stopped mid-air.</p><p>She looked at me.</p><p><br/></p><p>And for the first time since I had known her…</p><p>She looked afraid.</p><p><br/></p><p>To be continue</p>

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