Zara POV

I push open the front door. Sarah follows behind, carrying my suitcase.

A fat middle-aged woman approaches me in the foyer. "Who are you? Why are you suddenly in my house?"

"This is MY house!" I keep my voice cold. "The question is—who are you? What are you doing in my home?"

"I'm the lady of this house!" She marches toward me aggressively. "Did you come to the wrong place?"

"The lady of this house died ten years ago. What are you?" My voice turns icy. "I'm Zara Taylor. Raynor ...