My ex-in-laws spent months painting my daughters as “heartless villains” who drove their father to his death. But when their friends cornered my 17-year-old at the market on her birthday, I decided it was time everyone learned the complete story my in-laws had been hiding.
My name’s Carla, and I’m 46 years old. Before everything shattered, I thought we were just an ordinary family with two teenage daughters, a husband who burned pancakes, and a house that smelled like coffee.
People said we were stable. I believed them.
But back then, I had no idea my daughters were carrying a crushing secret.