The Mystery Guest (Molly the Maid, #2)

by Nita Prose

Do you ever wonder what it would be like to go back to places you remember from your childhood, to see them again through adult eyes? Would they look the same or would they appear smaller, like objects in a rearview mirror, not because they have changed but because you have?

She died before Juan Manuel could ever meet her, and yet in ways I’ll never fully comprehend, parts of her live on in him just as they live on in me. This truth adds solace to all of my days.

Gran once told me that sometimes in this life, you have to do something wrong to make something right. I’ve never forgotten that. It has become a motto to live by.

Mr. Preston shakes his head. “Loneliness and emptiness, hoarding to fill the void. A terrible affliction with a simple cure.” “Which is?” I ask. “Kindness. A patient ear. A loving arm. If she’d had any of those things, maybe it wouldn’t have come to this.”