He Told His Mother-In-Law to Leave, Then Found This Hidden in Her Suitcase

Three days later, Marlene returned. Not with boxes or bags, but with fresh cookies and that familiar cardigan slung over her arm. She hugged Emily, then Ben. “If I criticize your grilling again,” she said, “you have permission to hand me a spatula.” Ben smiled. “Deal. But only if you let me keep folding towels my way.”