The new maid heard weeping beneath the mansion. Opening the heavy basement door, she found the missing wife, starved and chained. As gasps filled the dark room, the wife grabbed her hand, whispering, “Run before he hears you, or he’ll make you my replacement.” Suddenly, footsteps echoed on the stairs…

not what your vulgar curiosity dictates. If I find you prowling the lower halls again, you won’t just lose this job. I will make sure you never find work in this province again. And from what I understand about your mother’s hospital bills… that would be a death sentence, wouldn’t it?”

A cold dread coiled in my gut. She knew. She had looked into my continue reading …