Leah

The maid, Amanda—that's what she said her name was—had started to feel surprisingly comfortable with me. Too comfortable, if I may say so.

I hadn't thought of her as talkative at first. She brought me food, stayed longer than necessary, and made small talk as if we hadn't been strangers just a few days ago. I appreciated her effort. It didn't lift my spirits, but it was better than being alone or, worse, having Aiden around. Those were the only times I didn't feel like I was losing my mind