The Housekeeper's Claim
When I got up in the morning, the woman who stared back at me in the mirror had two deep, dark circles under her eyes.
Megan was not a live-in housekeeper. She usually arrived around nine in the morning.
In my previous life, on this very day, I had left early to go to the airport to pick Daniel up. Today, I followed the same path as before.
Before heading out, I even gave Megan a call.
"We won't be home at all today. You don't need to cook lunch or dinner. Just clean up."
On the other end of the line, she sounded gentle and respectful, completely different from the woman who would later cry in front of the courthouse.