The Mystery Guest (Molly the Maid, #2)

by Nita Prose

“Sometimes what sounds like nothing at first becomes the key to unlocking the mystery. You just have to know how to piece things together.”

My gran. She was always like that. She always found a way to ignite hope. And what is hope if not the decision to shine light into the dark?

This little kernel of truth from a museum lodged in my subconscious mind. I began thinking more deeply about preconceptions and hasty judgments (we’re all guilty of them), about the invisible workers in our midst (past and present), and, most important of all, how the voices of the departed don’t always ebb after death but sometimes grow stronger—absence becoming presence, the greatest mystery of all.