The Homemaker: An utterly unputdownable psychological thriller packed with heart-pounding twists

I pull back the blanket to take another peek at my beautiful baby boy. My heart flatlines. He isn't there. "Where is he?" I cry, my whole body trembling. But my husband just shakes his head. "Darling... we don't have a baby."

What is he talking about? Stumbling to my feet, I look frantically at the highchair, the playmat in the corner, the sofa. I need to find my little boy.

Limbs like ice, I rush toward the stairs, shouting my son's name. But my husband grabs my arms and gently reminds me t...