The Housemaid Is Watching (The Housemaid, #3)

by Freida McFadden

Okay, I’m pretty sure my son is telling me he wants to live at McDonald’s.

I get that twinge of anxiety that I always feel when I’m separated from my children. Will that ever go away? It was so much easier when they were growing inside me.

I feel you Millie

By the end of this night, if I have not stabbed Suzette with one of these forks, it will only be because I’m not sure which one to use to do it.

Hahahaha

I’m surprised she didn’t require blood and urine samples.

I love Millie

need to dip this kid in bleach tonight.

I tried meditation once and found it impossible. How are you supposed to just sit there without thinking for five entire minutes? That’s like not breathing for five minutes. But I don’t say that.

“We could fix it up,” he insists. “Suzette says that⁠—”

Fuck suzettteeeeee

“It was only fifty dollars.”

Seriously , what's wrong with Enzo??????

His eyes widen like I’ve suggested we toss our son off the roof to see if he could fly.

She rolls her eyes. “All right, all right. But, Millie, walking is good for you. It’s slimming.” Would punching her in the face be slimming? Because that might happen today.

Oh my God, this detective knows everything. I squirm in the plastic chair, wondering if he knows what color underwear I’m wearing right now. I wouldn’t be surprised.

Enzo knew. He figured out Ada must have been the one who stabbed Jonathan after he discovered that the knife he gave her was the murder weapon. That’s why he was so quick to take the blame. I hate him for doing that. But also, I love him more than I have ever loved him before.

I suppose nobody ever suspects the housemaid.