The Maid (Molly the Maid, #1)

by Nita Prose

I’ll never understand it—why people find the truth more shocking than lies.

You can’t judge a person by the job they do or by their station in life; you must judge a person by their actions.

This is the problem with friendships. Sometimes you know things you shouldn’t know; sometimes you carry other people’s secrets for them. And sometimes, that burden takes its toll.

That’s the trouble with pain. It’s as contagious as a disease. It spreads from the person who first endured it to those who love them most. Truth isn’t always the highest ideal; sometimes it must be sacrificed to stop the spread of pain to those you love. Even children know this intuitively.