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

One Friday evening, things boiled over. Ben came home to find Marlene rearranging the spice rack. Again. “You’re not even the one cooking,” he muttered. “Excuse me?” she snapped. They argued. Not loudly, but sharply—like paper cuts. Emily came in halfway through, tried to mediate. But the damage was done. Marlene went to her room, silent and stiff.