He picked up on the first ring. “How was your day?” he asked, calm, cool, and collected.
“Someone’s been inside our house,” I said, panicked, talking fast.
“Slow down. Take a deep breath.”
“I found more letters in our front yard and inside the house.” I was pleading with him to listen.
“There must be a reasonable explainable for all of this,” he said. “I’ll be home soon.”
“You have to come now. Right now. I’m not going back inside. Maybe I should call the police.”
“Woah! No. Don’t do that.”
I could hardly keep it together. “Why not? Brandon, someone’s been inside our house.”
“I’ll be right there. Stay put.”
He hung up, leaving me standing in the front yard, clenching my cell phone, staring at our house as if I’d trespassed into somebody else’s life.
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Brandon took on the r
