But one day, when I came home unexpectedly early, I found her secretly eating a bowl of spoiled rice mixed with fish heads and bones. What followed shook me even more…
That afternoon, the power went out at work, and our boss let us leave at 11 a.m.
I thought it would be the perfect chance to surprise my wife. On my way home in San Antonio, I stopped by a supermarket near the downtown market and bought an expensive box of imported milk. The doctor had said it would help her recover faster after childbirth.
I imagined her smile when she saw me early. The thought made me genuinely happy.
When I got home, the door was slightly open.
The house was unusually quiet.
Maybe the baby had finally fallen asleep. My mother was probably out walking or chatting with neighbors, like she usually did in the mornings.
I stepped inside quietly, set the milk on the table, and headed to the kitchen to warm something up for my wife.
