The night my brother died a horrible death, my mother hurriedly pushed my sister-in-law into my room.
Just as I was about to consummate the marriage, a phone call came in:
“Your sister-in-law hanged herself at the village entrance three days ago!”
The beauty in my arms clings tightly to me, whispering a warning against my ear:
“Don’t go outside. There isn’t a single living person in the whole village.”
