The Elegant Intruder

DONATELLA

~SIENNA POV~

The doorbell rang at ten-thirty on a Tuesday morning while I was loading the dishwasher with breakfast plates and Rafael was in his office upstairs doing whatever it was he did when he made phone calls in Italian that always ended with someone sounding scared.

I dried my hands on a kitchen towel and walked to the front door expecting maybe a delivery or one of the neighbors