“What are you doing?” Sarah asked as she walked into my office. “Erm…nothing,” I lied, quickly flicking the screen to the Amazon homepage I had open. I hated lying to her. We’d been married for fifteen years, and I never kept secrets from her. She looked at the screen, frowned, shrugged her shoulders, and walked away. Once I heard her footsteps disappear, I flicked back to my short story, the one where the maid had been c...