The perfect job, or a deadly trap?
It seemed like the perfect job at first. The doctor and his wife hired me to home school their son in the grand house outside of town. The hours were good, and the pay was terrific, but if I knew then what I know now, I never would have taken the job.
It doesn’t take long to find the wife’s bruises, but then more appear. I want to help, but she’s adamant it will only make things worse. Not that it’s my only concern – talk of the previous tutor’s mysterious disappearance makes my skin crawl and, when I get snowed in with the family, two big questions keep me up at night.
What happened to the last tutor?
And will I ever be allowed to leave?