The Maid Who Vanished

I was a janitor. He was a vice president. Everyone called it luck. No one saw the rope he tied around my ankles at night. No one heard him call me by her name in the dark. Three years. I learned to walk smaller. Answer to a name that wasn't mine. Survive a man who didn't see me as a person at all. Then she showed up — the woman he'd been building me into. And I finally had my way out. I didn't run. I burned the room down first. My name is Evie Sutton. Not Nora. Remember it.