“When I saw a photograph of my son in the home of a client, I was left speechless. I had no idea why it was there.
To provide for my son, Oliver, who is nine years old, I clean houses.
Although it is not a particularly glamorous career, I am able to make it work.
On a certain day, I was presented with a job offer in an area that was incredibly upscale, which was a dramatic departure from the places where I typically worked.
When I arrived, the mansion was massive, looking like it had been removed from a magazine, and it was completely unoccupied. A key and a note with instructions had been left by the owner; this was nothing out of the ordinary.
When I entered the master bedroom, I noticed a framed photograph of Oliver sitting on the nightstand. This caused me to interrupt my cleaning efforts. I became numb.
How did a photograph of my son find its way into the home of a complete stranger?
It was with shaky hands that I picked up the photograph. It was unquestionably him talking. Do you think there was someone observing us? I was petrified. I began to feel ill, but I was aware that I needed to learn the truth.
The moment I laid eyes on THE NOTE, my heart ceased beating. Written on it was the fact that
‘We need to talk. Call me as soon as you see this.’
To the right of the message was a phone number that had been scrawled. As I glanced at the note, my hands began to shake, and my thoughts began to race. Which individual was this? I was wondering why…
