The Housemaid (The Housemaid, #1)

by Freida McFadden

Do you know those movies about the scary cult of, like, creepy kids who can read minds and worship the devil and live in the cornfields or something? Well, if they were casting for one of those movies, this girl would get the part. They wouldn’t even have to audition her. They would take one look at her and be like, Yes, you are creepy girl number three.

I can’t distinguish the pupil from the iris. Something about his gaze makes me take a step back.

It’s awkward to be so close to this display of affection.

Then again, plenty of men are idiots.