I Hired A Cleaner While My Family Was Away

was flat, empty of emotion.

He stared at me, unmoving.

“Now, Darren.”

He flinched and hurried downstairs to the kitchen.

I stepped into the little room. It smelled of baby powder and fear.

“What’s your name?” I asked, keeping my voice gentle.

“Olivia,” she whispered.

“And the baby?”

“Isaac.”

Her eyes were red and puffy. She looked exhausted, like she hadn’t continue reading …