I stepped forward and picked up the paper with my free hand.

Across the top was the dark blue embossed seal of Winslow Transport Fleets.

Under the seal were three short typed paragraphs stating that my services as a live-in care assistant were being terminated seven days from today.

“Is there a specific reason written here?” I asked.

“I’m not required to explain household decisions to the staff,” Christopher said, a tight, fake smile touching his mouth while his gray eyes stayed cold.

“Raymond hired me four weeks ago,” I said.