Author's pov
*Who was this man?* Why was he at her house while she was away? And how had she not noticed anything missing or out of place? She felt a cold chill creep up her spine, as if the security she thought she had was crumbling right beneath her feet.
Her mind wandered back to Enzo. *Could it have been him?* But no… Enzo wasn't broad or bluff, and Martha would have recognized him. It had to be someone else, but who? And why?
Tiara's unease grew as she realized she might not be as safe in her own home as she had once believed. Someone had been watching her—someone she didn't know.
Tiara paced back and forth, her mind racing. She couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had been gnawing at her since she first noticed the strange man lurking around her home for the past four days. The questions that stormed through her mind left her feeling both confused and terrified.
