Julian Whitaker looked at me with disgust. After 18 years of caring for his father, he fired me and told me to leave before sunset. Three days later, Mr. Whitaker's lawyer called me… and the words that came out of his mouth shocked me.
The morning sun filtered through the tall arched windows of the Whitaker estate.
I placed a vase filled with fresh lilies on the hall table.
Mr. Whitaker always insisted on having fresh flowers in the house.
The house seemed empty without him.
He was a widower when I started working as a housekeeper for him.
That was almost two decades ago.
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