Zara’s POV

My heart raced as I looked everywhere in the house. It was an undeniable truth that someone was in our home, but everything else seemed to be in place, except the blender that had shattered on the floor. 

Leo moved past me gently, his eyes scanning every corner of the kitchen. “Go upstairs. I’ll go to the basement,” he instructed, his voice low like he didn’t want anyone else to hear in case there was still an intruder in the house.

I nodded and tiptoed gently up the stairs in the slowest way possible. My feet pressed silently on the cold stairs as I moved. 

I went into...