As I stood there, the brisk winter air almost biting through my coat, my anxiety was a palpable thing. The officer’s question hung between us, heavy and foreboding.
“Ma’am, can you think of anyone who might have had access to your home? Any reason someone might be here without your knowledge?” His gaze shifted back to the house, clearly taking in every detail, every sound.
I shook my head, my mind racing. The cleaner had been my only guest, and my family was far from the house today. “No, there’s no one. Just my husband and kids, but they’re all out. I can’t imagine…”
