My Mother in Law Burned My Plane Tickets While My Husband Stayed Silent

how the Castellanos talked about me when they believed no one who mattered was listening.

I had listened to every note.

The first time I had planted the voice recorder, I had been terrified in a way that felt shameful in retrospect. I had driven home with my heart battering against my ribs, certain that someone would call, that Margaret would somehow continue reading …