The Unspoken Guest: When the Housekeeper Takes a Risk

Now, he looks at me across the breakfast table with a wolfish grin while his mother complains about the dust on the mantelpiece. My hands shake when I pour his coffee. The secret is a live wire between us.

I have been a housekeeper for twelve years. I am invisible by design. I know which floorboards creak. I know which wine glasses he uses after midnight. And I know he has started watching me.