Real human teeth. Many. Dozens, perhaps hundreds.
A shiver ran through me.
I sank to the cold tiles, clutching the bag to my chest. In my mind, there was only one thought: this can’t be true…
I paced the room until I finally decided to go to my father-in-law.
Seeing the bag, he sighed heavily. “So you found them,” he said, tiredly.
“What is this?!
— I screamed, though my voice betrayed my trembling. “Whose are they?!”
He lowered his eyes, remained silent for a long time, and then began speaking in a low voice:
“Your husband… he’s not who he seems. He took lives.
Then he burned the bodies… but teeth don’t burn.
He pulled them out and hid them at home.”
I couldn’t believe it. My husband — a caring father, a reliable person.
But before me lay the evidence. “You knew?” I whispered.
My father-in-law lifted his eyes.
In them, there was no relief, only fatigue and a shadow of guilt. “I kept silent… too long I kept silent. But now — you must decide for yourself what to do next.”
And at that moment, I realized: my life would never be the same again.
