Someone pounds on the apartment door right after sunrise and asks for your daughter-in-law by full name. You take the collection notice, step into the kitchen, and before you can even unfold it properly, Aya comes in fast, still in her thin house dress, staring at that paper like it might ruin her life if it stays in your hand for five more seconds.
"Oh my god, seriously? I leave for one second and you already bring that thing into the kitchen?" Aya walks straight up to you and reaches for the paper, jaw tight and voice low. "Give it to me. And don't start with that look, okay? If you want to ask me something, then ask, but stop standing there like you caught me doing something for fun."