Fearful experience lingers
Pointing my finger, I called to my husband, who had wandered into our one other room, and declared, “I did not do that.”
Looking perplexed, he came back out and showed me that our kitchen window was open and the other room had been ransacked, with drawers and boxes emptied out on every area of the carpet.
Had we been robbed? The television was still there, along with the checkbook we left lying around. The only items missing were a glass bowl filled with change and a cell phone that had been discharged.