Lynne's POV:
I pushed open the front door, Sarah following behind me, carrying my suitcase.
As soon as we entered the grand hall, a plump, middle-aged woman glared at us and demanded, "Who are you? How dare you barge into my home?"
"This is my home," I replied, my tone ice-cold. "But who are you, and what are you doing in my house?"
"I am the lady of this house!" She stomped toward me, brimming with false authority. "You must have the wrong address!"
"The lady of this house died ten years ago. Who do you think you are?" My voice grew sharper. "I am Lynne Taylor, the only daughter of Rainer Taylor. If anyone's out of place here, it's you."
Her face froze for a moment and then shifted to panic. "You're... you're Lynne... Taylor?"
I didn't bother answering her, my attention drawn inste
