My Housekeeper Heard Singing Behind My Guest Room Wall

up.

“Melissa,” I said as calmly as I could, “leave the house right now. Don’t go upstairs. Don’t look around. Just get outside.”

“I already locked myself on the front porch.”

“Good.”

The moment I hung up, I dialed 911.

Beside me, Daniel tightened both hands around the steering wheel.

His knuckles turned white.

“What happened?”

“The housekeeper heard someone continue reading …