Everyone thought the baby was just “difficult” because he cried at night—until the Black maid quietly lifted the corner of the mattress and froze.

Epilogue

Six months later.

The Hartwell estate was sold. Richard couldn’t bear the memories. He bought a smaller house, one with big windows and a garden, closer to the city.

Evelyn was in a long-term psychiatric facility. It would be a long time before she was well, and even longer before she would be allowed near Theo again.

Naomi was no longer just the housekeeper. She was the Nanny, the house manager, and the heart of the new home.

It was 3:00 a.m.

A cry rang out.

Naomi woke up instantly. But this time, she didn’t feel dread. She didn’t feel fear.

She walked into the nursery. It didn’t smell like perfume. It smelled like lavender and baby powder.

Theo was sitting up in his crib, clutching a stuffed bear. When he saw Naomi, he stopped crying. He reached out his chubby arms.