My husband was at work when my father-in-law came up to me and said he wanted to show me something in the bathroom: I walked in and saw pieces of tile and cement on the floor, and among them, a plastic bag 

We were home alone, just me and my father-in-law. My husband had left for work, and I was busy with my usual household chores. Suddenly, I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder.

— Where is your husband? — a hoarse voice asked behind me.

I turned around. My father-in-law was standing there. His face was pale, his hands trembling.

— At work, — I answered nervously. Continues…