Chapter 15
Anna tried to resign.
“I should’ve noticed.”
I stared at her.
“You worked here fourteen months.”
“I vacuumed that room.”
“Yes.”
“I heard things once.”
“What?”
She looked ashamed.
“A knock.”
My chest tightened.
“When?”
“Months ago.”
“And?”
“I thought pipes.”
Reasonable.
Bianca had also told staff never to touch the floor because the wood was unstable.
Another ordinary instruction.
Anna continued.
“If I’d pulled harder—”
“No.”
I stopped her.
“Do not invent a version where you were supposed to solve a three-year conspiracy with a vacuum cleaner.”
She almost smiled.
Almost.
Evelyn later said the same thing more gently.
Anna stayed.
Under new terms.
Any staff member could report unusual events outside normal hierarchy.
No household superior could block communication with my office.
No punishment for asking whether an instruction was real.
Again.
Boring.
Necessary.
I had spent years thinking fear created discipline.
Instead, fear created efficient silence.
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Anna’s mistake was not failing to discover Evelyn earlier.
Our mistake was building a house where hearing a knock beneath the floor was easier to explain away than to question.
