Alessia's POV
“Get down.”
I couldn't finish the words before I dragged Sophia off the couch and into the narrow space between the coffee table and the wall.
I had woken Sofia earlier because I couldn't sleep and the morning light was just coming up.
Something slammed against the front door while I was trying to make breakfast.
It didn't sound like a knock.
Not a mistake.
A hit. An intentional one.
The sound tore through the quiet house like a gunshot.
Sofia's breath caught in her throat as we threw ourselves hard on the floor of the sitting room. It took me a second to leave the kitchen and get to where Sofia was sitting.
Another sound, this time harder.
The door rattled in its frame.
“Who is that?” Sofia whispered, her voice barely making a sound.
I didn’t answer.
Becaus
