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 ...