The Home Swap

We swap homes for a week with another couple. But they are hiding a terrible secret . . . and so am I.

It seemed like a good idea. A mini-break to celebrate our tenth wedding anniversary. Our marriage has been under strain, and my husband has done something I’m finding hard to forgive.

As soon as we arrive, something seems wrong.

It’s little things at first: the hot water suddenly turns cold; the lights flicker out. It feels like we’re being watched.

The next day, a stranger knocks at the door. He seems desperate, and it’s freezing outside. So I let him in.

Big mistake.

This house swap isn’t a romantic getaway.

It’s a trap.