Émilie rang the doorbell and stepped back. She was a couple of minutes early but decided it looked better than being late. She brushed a strand of her shoulder-length brunette hair behind her ear and was just about to ring the bell a second time when the door opened. “Madame Bellingham?” “Hello, yes. You must be Émilie. I’m Audrey, come in.” Émilie looked around the hall as she followed Audrey into a bright airy kitchen....

It was Thursday night and Émilie was putting the children to bed. Sarah snuffled contentedly in her sleep and Harry was fighting a losing battle. His eyelids flickered once, twice, and then he was out. Émilie checked the intercom was switched on and carefully tiptoed her way out of the room. As she walked past the kitchen, she heard the pop of a wine cork. Audrey, her employer and the children’s mother, poured a couple of...