The Maid (Molly the Maid, #1)

by Nita Prose

We’re all entitled to a bad day now and again, I heard Gran say in my head. But when they are all bad days, with no pleasant ones, then it’s time to reconsider things.

But you can’t punch a thought. Or if you can, it does little to change reality.

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.

“Vile and evil are composed of the same letters. One begets the other.”