Burglarized, Chapter Six

We went to the Wednesday night Bible study and then we came home. I checked all the windows again. No home invasion today. Every time I come back to this place after being gone, I have to check for another robbery. I couldn’t leave for church this evening...

Burglarized, Chapter Five

Labor Day arrived and I’ve started to get phone calls from a few of my neighbors. After our home was burglarized, I went knocking on doors and left my business card at every house where no one was home. The stories I’m hearing are painting a nice picture...

Burglarized, Chapter Four

The deputies filled out paperwork on a Friday and shortly thereafter, I knocked on every door on my street. I gathered names and phone numbers and met some really nice people. My youngest son was concerned for me – knocking on doors. He said, in effect,...

Burglarized, Chapter Three

By now I’ve managed to sleep, fitfully, in my own bed. The thought of someone wandering through my house, touching my things, lingering in my bedroom…it defies description. My husband made a custom deterrent for each of the windows except the ones ten feet...

Burglarized, Chapter Two

Fingerprint dust really is as black as sin and police officers really are just like us. After our home was burglarized we provided serial numbers and photos. Day One of this event seemed longer than necessary. My anger continued to simmer late into the night. Neither...

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