When my husband and I returned from what was supposed to be a peaceful getaway, the moment we stepped inside our home, something felt wrong. The air was still, almost too still, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. A drawer hung open. A few small items lay scattered across the floor. And then we saw it—the safe. The door gaped open, and the space where our savings once rested was now empty.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke. My husband’s face went pale as he whispered, “Check the cameras.” Only a few weeks before, we had installed a new security system for peace of mind. Now it was our only hope of finding out what had happened.
