The Housemaid | Freida McFadden

"You must be our new neighbors!" Mrs. Lowell exclaimed enthusiastically, waving from behind the fence. I took my daughter's hand and smiled at her, but as soon as Mrs. Lowell saw my husband, a strange look crossed her face. In that moment, I made a promise to myself. We finally had a family home. My past was far behind me. And I would do anything to keep it that way...
I used to clean other people's homes, and now, I can't believe this house is mine. The charming kitchen, the quiet cul-de-sac, the spacious yard where my children can play. My husband and I saved for years to give our children the life they deserve.
Although I was wary of our new neighbor, Mrs. Lowell, her dinner invitation was our chance to get acquainted. Her maid opened the door, wearing a white apron, her hair pulled back in a tight bun. I know exactly how she feels. But her cold stare sends shivers down my spine...
The Lowell family's maid isn't the only strange thing on our street. I'm sure I see a ghost watching us. My husband leaves the house late at night. And when I meet a woman who lives across the street, her words send shivers down my spine: Beware of your neighbors.
Did I make a terrible mistake by moving my family here?
I thought I had left my dark secrets behind. But could this quiet suburban street be the most dangerous place of all?