The maid observes w. ukraińska - Fried McFadden

I used to clean other people's houses - now I can't believe I have my own. A quiet lane, a huge yard for children to play in, a cosy kitchen. My husband and I have been saving for years to provide our children with a decent life. Our new neighbour, Mrs Lovell, invites us to dinner - a chance to make friends here. Her maid, wearing a white apron and her hair in a tight bun, answers the door. I know exactly how it feels to be in her shoes. But her cold gaze makes my skin crawl... I thought I had left my darkest secrets behind. But what if this quiet suburban street is the most dangerous place of all?