iewed for a housekeeper, and the previous one, a woman with a penchant for gossip and a heavy hand with the cleaning supplies, had finally worn out her welcome. Elea

y hour. The interview was scheduled for 10:00 AM, and it was already 10:05. She was abo

e in a soft, melodious voice, her English accented with a hint of her native tongue. Eleanor was immediately struck by Issabel's calm demeanor and her meticulous attention to detail. She observe

anor said, her voice warm and welcoming. "You

ways loved cleaning," she said. "It's a way to make t

r work. She had a feeling that Issabel would be a good fit for the Thompson household,

said, her voice encouraging. "What brough

l to find a better life for my son," she said, her voice softening. "He's my

son. She had a feeling that Issabel was a woman of strong ch

" Eleanor asked, her curiosity p

ting up. "He's a very curious boy, always askin

quisitive mind. She had a feeling that Ethan would fit

but kind. "I'm very impressed with you. I thin

ank you, Mrs. Thompson," she said, her voice tremblin

entered the room. He had been working in his study, but he had heard Issabel's voi

nd welcoming. "It's a pleasure to meet you. E

his warmth and his genuine interest in her. It was a stark contrast to the coo

re," Issabel said, her v

, watching them closely, couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. She sensed

reassuring. "We're very happy to have you on boa

s job would change her life, that it would give her the opportunit

something was amiss. She was impressed by Issabel's character and her dedication to her son, but she couldn't help but feel a sense o

t would bring a new energy and a new perspective to their lives. But she couldn't shake

g the children in lively conversation and even complimenting Eleanor on the meal she had prepared. It was a stark contrast to the tense

s unease. "Is everything alright, Mom?" she

g, everything is fine," she replied,

a whirlwind of doubt and suspicion. She couldn't shake the feeling that Issabel's arrival was more than just a s

ock at the kitchen door. Startled, she turned to s

softly. "I just wanted to thank you again for giving m

uine gratitude and sincerity. Perhaps she was overthinking things, letting her imagination r

r said with a warm smile. "I'm su

g with unshed tears. "I won't let

pang of guilt for doubting her. But the nagging feeling of u

r. For the sake of her family, she needed to be certain that the trust she was placing in Issabel was not misplac