Description
Every day I clean the Winchesters » beautiful house top to bottom. I collect their daughter from school. And I cook a delicious meal for the whole family before heading up to eat alone in my tiny room on the top floor.
I try to ignore how Nina makes a mess just to watch me clean it up. How she tells strange lies about her own daughter. And how her husband Andrew seems more broken every day. But as I look into Andrew »s handsome brown eyes, so full of pain, it »s hard not to imagine what it would be like to live Nina »s life. The walk-in closet, the fancy car, the perfect husband.
I only try on one of Nina »s pristine white dresses once. Just to see what it »s like. But she soon finds out… and by the time I realize my attic bedroom door only locks from the outside, it »s far too late.
But I reassure myself: the Winchesters don »t know who I really am.
They don »t know what I »m capable of . . .
