My mother-in-law put sleeping pills in my soup and snuck a stranger into my bedroom to destroy my marriagess

I recognized it instantly. It belonged to Richard’s late father. Richard had kept it in a locked biometric safe in our study—a safe to which only he and I were supposed to have the code. Or so I thought. But Evelyn had lived in this house before me. She knew every crevice, every secret, and clearly, she had found a way to access it during one of her many unauthorized snooping sessions while we were at work.

“Ma…” Richard choked out, his arms dropping to his sides. The sight of the gun seemed to shatter whatever remaining denial he was clinging to. “Where did you get that?”