While my husband worked, my father-in-law showed me the bathroom floor littered with tiles, cement, and a plastic bag.

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His wife, his parents, his children — none of you will have peace.’”

A cold dread washed over me. “What task?” I whispered. He dropped his gaze.

“He was forced to do a job for these people. It’s so serious I can’t even say the details. If he refuses, they’ll ruin everything he cares about.”

I sat down on the floor, stunned.

“How did they even know it was hidden in the wall?” I asked. My father-in-law met my eyes, exhausted. “Because they told me.

They knew everything — where he keeps weapons, where he hides money, even when you go shopping. They showed me deliberately so I would understand: nothing is hidden from them.”

Silence spread through the room. I felt everything collapsing.

“So what do we do?” I asked, barely moving my lips. He clenched his hands. “We have two choices.

Stay silent and let him finish it… or try to find a way out ourselves. But remember: if they suspect anything, it’ll be the end of all of us.”