The Housemaid (The Housemaid, #1)

by Freida McFadden

There’s something

about this room that’s making a little ball of dread form in the pit of my stomach.

Wilhelmina was my father’s mother, who is long gone.

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.

“Piacere di conoscerti,” he says. I nod wordlessly. So

“I’m allergic to peanut butter!” Cecelia’s cheeks turn bright pink. “Peanut butter could kill me! Are you trying to kill me?”

I went to prison when I was seventeen.

Haloperidol is an antipsychotic medication, used to treat schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, delirium, agitation, and acute psychosis.

“Millie,” he breathes, “you must get out of here. You are in terrible danger.”

“I’m okay,” I say. “Nina is gone.” “No.” He shakes his head firmly, his fingers still wrapped around my arm. “You are wrong. She is not⁠—”