THE IMP Jenna loved her house. She loved the wooden floors in the foyer and dining room. She loved the oak-paneled family room downstairs. She loved how the patio door off the dining room led out into their well-manicured back yard complete with the lighted stone path leading to the pool. In the year they had lived there, she had grown to love the house more and more with each passing day. She dried her hands on a towel and hung it over the door of the oven. The dishes were done. The smell of...