I told her I was the housekeeper, and why wouldn’t she believe me? What I lack in experience, I make up for in hard work, keeping this enormous house neat and tidy.
But she doesn't know why I’m really here, or what I’m looking for. Or that her past has finally caught up with her. Does her perfect family know her secrets?
I thought she would ask me to leave the moment she caught me rooting through her belongings, or when she found me with my arm around her husband. Instead, she's too trusting – offering me a room when I tell her I have nowhere else to go, and leaving me in charge of her darling children.
But once I get what I really came here for, will she realise too late she’s in unimaginable danger? Or should I be the one running for my life?
