Sister-in-law

I went down for coffee in mid-afternoon. The half-open door, the gasps from the room beyond, and the decision I should never have made: pushing the wood a few inches farther.

When the warning arrived, I turned on the screen thinking it would be just another meeting. I never imagined I’d see my sister-in-law kneeling in front of my father-in-law’s business partner.

When I found him behind me in the kitchen, his body pressed to mine and his breathing ragged against my neck, I knew I was going to give in before I fought.

When I came back from the bathroom, my two brothers had her cornered in the center of the living room, and there was no surprise in her eyes: there was a smile that had been waiting months for that moment.

When the screen came on, my sister-in-law was welcoming her two relatives in the living room with a smile I’d never seen at Sunday lunches.

I came home early with the image of my freshly showered sister-in-law Renata stuck in my head. An hour later, she knocked on my door wrapped in a robe.