Suddenly, the loud chime of the front doorbell echoed through the quiet house.
Yasmin froze in place, her eyes widening.
“Were you expecting some guests tonight?” she demanded.
I simply shook my head, remaining silent on the floor.
My father walked over to the front entrance and checked the video feed of the security camera, causing his face to turn completely pale.
“There are police officers outside, and Ana Brennan is standing right there with them,” he whispered in panic.