While Cleaning A Wealthy Man’s Penthouse I Recognized A Face From My Past

fears in the dark. I knew those eyes. I would have known them anywhere.

I heard footsteps behind me and turned. A man stood in the doorway, late forties, wearing a charcoal suit, his hair turning gray at the temples. His eyes were watchful and worn out all at once.

“Can I help you?”

“I’m Tessa, from the cleaning company. I didn’t realize you were home.continue reading …