The Housemaid (The Housemaid, #1)

by Freida McFadden

I wonder if she would feel the same way about me if she knew I spent the last ten years of my life in prison.

Damn

Sometimes it feels like Nina has a split personality. She flips from hot to cold so rapidly.

As I shut the door, I notice marks in the wood. Long thin lines running down the length of the door at about the level of my shoulder. I run my fingers over the indentations. They almost seem like… Scratches. Like somebody was scraping at the door. Trying to get out.

If this is the part of the job where I find out Cecelia has actually been dead for ten years and is a ghost, I’m quitting.