My MIL Showed Up to Thanksgiving Dinner Hiding Something Under Her Sweater — Everyone Went Pale When Her Secret Was Revealed

Everyone was enjoying their meals when we heard a faint rustle.

At first, I thought it was the chairs scraping against the floor, but then Ava’s voice rang out.

“Grandma, why is your tummy wiggling?” she asked.

Linda let out an awkward laugh.

“Oh, no, no, sweetie,” she said. “It’s nothing. I, uh, I had a big lunch earlier.”

Jeff snorted, and Mike, my brother-in-law, leaned over to whisper, “Is she smuggling something?

What’s with the sweater?”

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Linda,” I said carefully, “is everything okay? You seem a bit distracted tonight.”

“I-I’m fine,” she said quickly. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

But she wasn’t convincing anyone.

As the meal continued, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was very wrong.

Linda’s behavior was unlike anything I’d ever seen from her. My instincts told me she was hiding something, but I couldn’t figure out what.

Suddenly, another muffled sound came from her direction. This time, it was a soft, unmistakable “meow.”

“Did anyone else hear that?” I asked.

Mike chuckled, assuming it was one of Ava’s toys.

“Nice try, Ava,” he said.

“You almost got me.”

“It wasn’t me,” Ava replied. “I think it came from Grandma!”

We all looked at Linda at the same time and Jeff confronted her.

“Mom, seriously, what’s going on?” he asked. “You’ve been acting weird all night.”

Linda’s grip on her sweater tightened.

Her eyes flicked toward the front door as though she was considering making a run for it.

“I think it’s time for me to leave,” she blurted.

“Mom, wait,” Jeff said as he stood up. “You can’t just leave. We’re family.

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