My Mother-in-Law Mocked Me With a Necklace Covered in Baby Bottles and Pacifiers, but My FIL Shut the Room Down

I should have known something was wrong the moment I saw the velvet box.

It was dark blue, the color of a bruise, and Susan was carrying it in both hands like it was something precious. She walked into the back room of Marco’s with her chin up and her lipstick fresh, smiling at everyone, and when she got to me, she held it out.