The teenage pink haired woman pressed her back against the cool wall of the entryway, letting out a slow exhale.
She reached into the pocket of her dark sweatpants, pulling out the sleek, black keycard.
She had spent the last two hours meticulously planning this infiltration, waiting until her mother, Diana, was completely fast asleep before sneaking into her purse and swiping the spare keycard to Wren's room.
Zoe didn't want to be here.
She actively loathed the absolute hold this random, overly dominant brute had over her mother and seemingly every other powerful woman in her life.
But she had a mission…
Zoe crept silently through the living room, completely bypassing the expensive furniture, and approached the open archway of the master bedroom.
She carefully peeked her head around the corner with her eyes adjusting to the dim moonlight.
Zoe stopped dead in her tracks. Her jaw literally dropped open in pure disbelief.
Lying dead center in the bed was Wren.
