The Housemaid. Book 1

Every day I clean the Winchestersʼ beautiful house top to bottom. I collect their daughter from school. And I cook a delicious meal for the whole family before heading up to eat alone in my tiny room on the top floor. I try to ignore how Nina makes a mess just to watch me clean it up. How she tells strange lies about her own daughter. And how her husband Andrew seems more broken every day. But as I look into Andrewʼs handsome brown eyes, so full of pain, itʼs hard not to imagine what it would be like to live Ninaʼs life. The walk-in closet, the fancy car, the perfect husband. I only try on one of Ninaʼs pristine white dresses once. Just to see what itʼs like. But she soon finds out... and by the time I realize my attic bedroom door only locks from the outside, itʼs far too late. But I reassure myself: the Winchesters donʼt know who I really am. They donʼt know what Iʼm capable of . . .