Inside were teeth. 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.