“You must be the new neighbors!” Mrs. Lowell exclaims, waving from across the picket fence. I hold my daughter’s hand and smile in return, but as soon as Mrs. Lowell sees my husband, a strange look crosses her face. In that moment, I make a vow. We finally have our family home. My past is far, far behind us, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way…

I used to clean other people’s homes—now, it’s hard to believe this house is really mine. The lovely kitchen, the peaceful cul-de-sac, the big yard where my kids can play. My husband and I worked hard for years to give our children the life they deserve.

Even though I have reservations about our new neighbor, Mrs. Lowell, when she invites us to dinner, we see it as a chance to make some friends. Her maid answers the door, dressed in a white apron with her hair tightly pulled back. I know exactly what it’s like to be in her position.

But the cold look she gives me sends a shiver down my spine…

The maid isn’t the only odd thing on our street. I could’ve sworn I saw a shadowy figure watching us. My husband leaves the house late at night. And when I meet a woman who lives across the street, her warning chills me to my core: Be careful of your neighbors.

Did I make a huge mistake moving my family here?

I thought I had left my darkest secrets behind me. But could this quiet suburban neighborhood actually be the most dangerous place of all?