Olga's POV
My years of disciplined observation ultimately paid off. At fifteen, few months before aging out of the orphanage; I arrived at Yvette and Gerald's home, not as a desperate girl, but as a maid with an excellent, albeit track record. To them, I was simply Olga, the quiet, thoroughly dependable young woman who managed their home flawlessly. But I understood the truth. I was no longer defined by the orphanage; I was defined by the role I had chosen, and I would use every bit of my sharp, observant nature to protect the fragile, new life I was painstakingly building for myself.
I had absolutely no idea what to expect from this new environment. how the new setting would compare to the harsh, predictable routines and the muted, emotionally flat existence of the orphanage. Would I be
