My Housekeeper Moved Her Family In

I paid $2,500 for a live-in housekeeper to look after my cat and house while I was away for eighteen days.

The night I returned, I stood at my front door, dragging two suitcases. I typed the password three times.

The screen flashed red: *Incorrect password.*

I thought my brain was fried from a dozen hours on the plane. I glanced down at my phone memo.

No, it was right.

0529.

That was the temporary password I’d set for Maggie, the housekeeper, before I left.

I typed it again.

Still incorrect.