At 8 a.m., I called a security company. “I need cameras around my house. Today, if possible.”
“Ma’am, our earliest is next week —”
“You don’t get it,” I cut in, my voice breaking. “I think someone’s gonna break in. I need those cameras now.”
Something in my tone must’ve worked. The receptionist softened. “Let me see. Can you hold?”
After forever, she came back. “We had a cancel. Our team can be there in two hours. Is that okay?”
I almost cried. “Yes, thank you!”
The next few hours were a blur. I called in sick, kept the kids home, and paced until the security team came.
As they worked, I felt watched. Every car, every person, seemed shady.