My Mother and Aunt Locked Themselves in a Room Every Week. One Day, I Overheard Them Say, ‘This Time, We’ll Switch the Girls One by One…’”

My mother, Elizabeth, is 71, and her younger sister, Clara, is 68.Track Pregnancy

As far back as I can remember, they have always been inseparable.

Even after getting married, they met every week, drank coffee together, and talked for hours.

But over the past three months, their meetings had become increasingly strange.

Every Thursday, my aunt would arrive at our house carrying a large black bag.

My mother would immediately take her upstairs to the bedroom.Track Pregnancy

They would lock the door. And sometimes they stayed inside for four hours.

One afternoon, I brought them some tea.