The blinds in the office were drawn down, and the dim light cast shadows across the room. Kailey's eyes, in the darkness, gleamed like a wolf's—sharp, dangerous, just like Anthony's when he killed Carl that day.
"What's the matter, ma'am?" I stammered.
I gripped my cane tightly, afraid she might hurt me.
"Madam, don't you find my voice familiar?" Kailey stepped closer with a smile.
I forced myself not to flinch, not to give away the fact that I could see, but the oppressive aura around her made every hair on my body stand on end.
"It does sound a bit familiar... sort of like my nanny's voice," I said, keeping my tone casual.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. Her name is Kailey. She takes care of my family and cleans the house. She's a really good nanny. Poor thing though—her husband was in a car
