Zara’s POV

*Later that night at the house*

A light, too bright, shone through the window, so I had to use my hands to shield my eyes. 

“Leo?” I called out, confused. “Did you order something?” He didn’t answer.

I went over to the window to check who it might be. Oh shit. It was my Dad. 

I bent a little lower to avoid being seen from outside as I walked briskly to where Leo was. His ears were plugged, which explained why he didn’t hear me the first time.

He saw me rushing towards him and took off his earpods, looking at me with furrowed brows. “Zara?” “What are...