It started with stomach pain.
Not once, not twice — but nearly every time I ate food in the house. I thought it was stress or maybe a health issue I wasn’t aware of. Until one afternoon changed everything.
That day, I came back from the market earlier than usual. As I stepped into the kitchen, I saw my husband’s mother, Mama, standing by the gas cooker. She didn’t hear me enter. I watched her sprinkle something into the pot of stew I had made earlier.
She was startled when I called her name. She quickly covered the pot and acted like nothing had happened.
“Ah, my daughter, you’re back?” she said with a nervous laugh.
I didn’t say anything. I just smiled, but my heart was racing.
That night, I pretended to eat but secretly served the food to our dog, Max.
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