Lisa’s POV

I got back to sleep after he left only to wake up with the sound of the doorbell. "Stop ringing the doorbell..." I pleaded before shoving a pillow over my face hoping it would stop. But it seemed the person on the door was persistent. I staggered from the bed, cursing the person on the door beneath my nose. When I walked into the living room, I began to look around and forgot Someone was at the door.

There was a huge photo of a soaring eagle, a glamorous chandelier, a ...