Maya Williams had worked for wealthy families before, but the Blake household was… different. Everything gleamed—polished marble floors, silver-framed photos of stern ancestors, fresh flowers changed every morning by a florist who never smiled. The house was silent except for the soft chime of the grandfather clock in the hallway.
Her job was simple: clean, cook occasionally, and assist Mrs. Delaney, the head housekeeper, with whatever she needed. The baby—Lily Blake—was supposed to be cared for by her father, Nathaniel, and a rotation of professional nannies.
But lately, the nannies had quit one by one, whispering about the baby’s constant crying, her refusal to sleep, and the father’s impossible expectations.
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