My in-laws had a habit that everyone in the family knew about, but one that no one ever openly addressed. It was one of those silent understandings we all carried, an unspoken agreement to pretend it didn’t exist, even as it became a recurring spectacle at every family gathering. They were wealthy, impeccably polished, always dressed as if they had stepped straight out of the pages of a glossy fashion magazine. Their hair was perfectly coiffed, their shoes shined to a mirror-like gleam, and their jewelry sparkled under the soft lighting of restaurants or living rooms alike. They had a...
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