The Maid’s Diary by Loreth Anne White

Author:Loreth Anne White [White, Loreth Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Montlake
Published: 2023-02-28T16:00:00+00:00

DAISY

October 25, 2019. Friday.

Six days before the murder.

Daisy drives home in a state. She probably shouldn’t be behind the wheel, because her brain and body feel totally weird. How did Vanessa get it all out of her? How did it even start? Daisy remembers—she slipped by mentioning her fear that maybe Jon didn’t really want a baby.

As Daisy turns into the Rose Cottage driveway, she sees a piece of brown paper sticking out of her mailbox. She drives up to the garage door, parks, gets out of her car, and walks back down the driveway to the mailbox. She needs the air. But she stumbles and almost falls, catching herself on the mailbox. It sends a shock through her. Her heart pounds. Her skin is hot despite the chill autumn wind. She holds on to the mailbox, feeling woozy, disconnected from reality. Leaves skitter around her feet.

She should never have drunk that wine. It went straight to her head in a weird way. She tells herself it’s probably because of abstaining for so long since she learned she was pregnant.

Daisy reaches for the plain brown envelope sticking out of the mail slot. She freezes. The envelope looks exactly the same as the one Jon brought inside last week. No name. No address. Her pulse races even faster. She glances around the neighborhood. More leaves blow off trees and clatter across the sidewalk. A dog walker stands near the corner, holding a leash attached to a Pomeranian trying to pee. Daisy’s old neighbor is on all fours near the sidewalk, deadheading flowers along his fence. A crow caws. She glances up. The bird watches her from the telephone wires. She hates crows.

Daisy moistens her lips and rips the envelope open.

Inside is another A4 piece of glossy photograph paper. Daisy slides it out. Her breath stalls. It’s an image of a carving knife next to a tombstone that says:

RIP BABY BEAN.

At the bottom, printed in block letters, are the words:

IT’S NOT ALL CHILD’S PLAY—DIE BABY, DIE, DIE, DIE. I HOPE YOUR BABY DIES

Fear cracks through her. And right on the back of her fear rides a white-hot burst of rage.

There is one person—just one person in this entire world—for whom these words and images would mean anything.

Their stalker from Colorado.

Charley Waters. The stripper.

Daisy’s gaze darts around her neighborhood again. Is Charley here? Did she follow them from Colorado? Is she stalking them again?

She’s gaslighting me—she’s fucking gaslighting me.

Daisy waddles hurriedly over to the fence and calls out to her elderly neighbor. “Frank! Hey, hi, Frank?”

The old man looks up, then pushes to his feet and approaches the fence.

“Hello, Daisy. How are you guys doing—is everything okay?” His eyes narrow as he comes closer. “Are you ill?”

She’s shaking. Hard. Her face feels beet red. Her skin is on fire. Her eyes burn.

“I’m fine. Totally fine. Did you see anyone come onto my property and put something in my mailbox?”

“I don’t think so. I’ve been out here most of the day, puttering away in the front yard.

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