My back door was kicked in. \nThe porch light was on, even though I never left it that way. \nA neighbor stood in their yard staring, phone pressed to their cheek.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert, I called the police\u2014twice!\u201d \nI barely heard them.<\/p>\n
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All I could think was:<\/p>\n
Not today. Not after losing her. What else could possibly be taken from me?<\/b><\/p>\n
I walked through the splintered doorway ready to confront whoever dared destroy what little was left of my life.<\/p>\n
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And then I stopped cold.<\/p>\n
The House Was Broken Into\u2026 And Being Repaired<\/b><\/h2>\n
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