My wife was so exhausted she could barely stand, but my mother insisted on “helping” with the baby. I came home early and found my wife fainting on the sofa while my mother sat nearby, ignoring the baby’s frantic cries and eating a meal my wife had

Mother dabbed at her lips with a napkin. “She offered.”

Clara’s fingers weakly tightened around mine.

“No,” she whispered.

My mother’s eyes hardened instantly. “She needed to learn. You spoil her. The house is filthy, the baby cries nonstop, and she thinks being tired is an excuse.”

I rose slowly.