The Housemaid is watching

My past is far, far behind us. And I'll do anything to keep it that way... I used to clean other people's houses - now, I have one of my own. The charming kitchen, the quiet cul-de-sac, the huge yard where my kids can play. My husband and I worked so hard for this life. When our new neighbor invites us to dinner, a maid opens the door. Looking at her white apron and …
My past is far, far behind us. And I'll do anything to keep it that way... I used to clean other people's houses - now, I have one of my own. The charming kitchen, the quiet cul-de-sac, the huge yard where my kids can play. My husband and I worked so hard for this life. When our new neighbor invites us to dinner, a maid opens the door. Looking at her white apron and neat hair is like looking in the mirror ; I know exactly what it's like to be in her shoes.
But her cold stare gives me chills... That's not the only strange thing here. I'm sure I see a shadowy figure watching us. My husband leaves the house late at night. And one woman's words chill me to the bone : be careful of your neighbors. I thought I'd left my darkest secrets behind. But could this quiet street be the most dangerous place of all ? How far can one woman go to protect the life she's so carefully built for herself ?