The Housemaid Is Watching (The Housemaid, #3)

by Freida McFadden

“Ada?” I call up the stairs. “Ada, can you come out here?” A few moments later, my eleven-year-old daughter pops her head into the stairwell so that I can see her thick, wavy black hair and dark, dark eyes peeking out at me.

THERS TWO OF THEM