It all started on a quiet Sunday morning. I had stepped out briefly to run some errands, leaving my house locked as usual.
I never imagined that in the few minutes I was gone, someone would enter, help themselves to my valuables, and leave me with a story I would tell for years.
When I returned, everything looked normal. Nothing seemed missing at first glance. But instinct told me otherwise.
Something in the air felt off a silence too heavy, a door slightly ajar, a cushion slightly moved. …CONTINUE READING