Every day I clean the Winchesters? beautiful house top to bottom. I collect their daughter from school. And I cook a delicious meal for the whole family before heading up to eat alone in my tiny room on the top floor. I try to ignore how Nina makes a mess just to watch me clean it up. How she tells strange lies about her own daughter. And how her husband Andrew seems more broken every day. But as I look into Andrew?s handsome brown eyes, so full of pain, it?s hard not to imagine what it would be like to live Nina?s life. The walk-in closet, the fancy car, the perfect husband. I only try on one of Nina?s pristine white dresses once. Just to see what it?s like. But she soon finds out, and by the time I realize my attic bedroom door only locks from the outside, it?s far too late. But I reassure myself: the Winchesters don?t know who I really am. They don?t know what I?m capable of.
