I quickly explained there was a trespasser. The dispatcher told me to wait in my car until the police arrived. Voices came from my backyard. My trash can and the dogwood tree blocked my view. It sounded like an intense conversation between two people. One of my neighbors arguing with Sienna? Her being on my property didn’t set well, and I felt ridiculous sitting in my driveway. I took a risk and bolted. It wasn’t until I was fumbling with my keys that I heard a man’s voice.
“Git out of here,” he shouted. “Now!”
The dispatcher was speaking again as I unlocked the door and rushed inside. “I’m fine,” I told her. “I’m inside my house.”
She talked while I raced through the house. To my relief, nothing looked out of the ordinary. I peeked out of each window as I went by, each time fearing I w
