Ashley's pov 

I closed the door quietly behind me, not wanting to let mom know that I was home...early. I curse softly underneath my breath when it still happens to make a loud thud.

I hold my breath when a petite woman rounds the corner with a basket full of laundry. Her brown hair set into a messy burn atop of her head. Some tendrils framed her face as she forced to hold the basket.

She turns to face the door and her eyes widen in confusion. She places the basket down on ...