“In the closet,” Eve said, her invisibility instinct flaring. She’d already decided to lie. “I thought it was trash. I was going to throw it away.”
Marcus shouted, “Where do you think you’re going?”
“—can’t keep paying her, Marcus! She’s a liability! What if she talks to someone?” the au pair eve sweet
But as she turned to leave, she saw it. On the nightstand. The acorn bracelet.
The previous au pair. The one the Thornes said “went back to Poland suddenly.” “In the closet,” Eve said, her invisibility instinct
Eve Sweet learned early that the best way to survive a bad situation was to become invisible. Not literally, of course. She was a solid, healthy twenty-two-year-old with honey-blonde hair and steady brown eyes. Her invisibility was a skill: the art of a soft step, a murmured “yes, ma’am,” a posture that folded into the background like a piece of furniture.
The word handled landed in Eve’s chest like a cold stone. I was going to throw it away
Eve paused at the door, rain blowing in onto her face. She held up her wrist. The acorn charm swung.