"What are you doing?" Yvonne turned around sharply.
"Nothing," she quickly replied as she removed her hand. "I was just looking at how smooth your back is."
Yvonne turned to face the mirror, her expression stern. "You shouldn't touch me like that in that manner again."
Zara's smirk persisted. "What if I want to?"
Yvonne shot her a disapproving glance and was trying to steady herself. What kind of crazy sister did the specialist have?
Opting not to engage further, Yvonne went to the bathtub, with Zara following her behind.
"Do you know Bianca Sterling?" Zara inquired casually as she put the soap in her hands.
Bianca? Yvonne's heart skipped at the mention of her mother's name. It had been years since she heard that name, but how did Zara know about her?
"Are you listening to me?" she said as she rubbed the soap on Yvonne's body.
"I don't know who she is," Yvonne responded.