The Housemaid (The Housemaid, #1)

by Freida McFadden

the door open and tugs on a cord to turn on the light. I blink as my eyes adjust to the light and I take in my surroundings. This is not a storage closet like I thought it would be. It’s more like a tiny room, with a cot pushed up into one corner. There’s even a little dresser and a mini-fridge. There’s a single tiny window at the far end of the room. “Oh.” I scratch my chin. “This is a room. I thought it would just be junk and storage stuff.” “Well, I store everything in the closet over there,” he explains, pointing to the closet near the bed. I walk over to the closet and peer inside. There’s nothing inside except a blue bucket. There are no papers at all, much less enough for searching through them to be a two-person job. I don’t quite understand what he would like me to do. Then I hear a door slam shut. I lift my head and turn around. Suddenly, I’m all alone in this tiny room. Andy has left the room and shut the door behind him. “Andy?” I call out.