Two months ago, Marlene, my mother-in-law, began bringing dirty towels and sheets to my house weekly, claiming her appliances weren’t working properly. At first, I was confused but didn’t question her. However, the situation grew increasingly suspicious. One Friday, I returned home early and caught Marlene hurriedly switching laundry loads. She was startled by my arrival, but dismissed it as no big deal. As she was leaving, I noticed a bloodstain on a pillowcase. It was unmistakably blood, and I confronted her. Desperate, I threatened to call the police, and Marlene broke down, tearfully confessing the truth.
