In the morning, I opened the door to our bedroom — and froze… On the sheets there were…  To be continued in the first comment 

As soon as I entered, I smelled the heavy scent of alcohol mixed with perfume. The room was a mess — pillows on the floor, my mother-in-law’s dress half fallen off, and on the snow-white sheets were dark stains.

I stepped closer and froze. It was blood. Not much, but enough to make my heart drop.

— Mom! — my husband shouted, rushing in after me. — Mom, are you all right?