After years of lying to colleagues and loved ones, could I get sober?
Late summer, 2005. A hot evening. All the windows are open and I’m watching a film in the living room with my fiancee. When the film finishes, I go through to the bedroom. Nothing looks quite right. Books that had been lined up on the windowsill are piled on the floor and on a chair. Drawers are open. My laptop is gone. We have been burgled.
As we sat on the sofa, someone had been one door away, rooting through our possessions. The shock is so intense that minutes pass before we realise we should call the police. And it is only as the officers dust everything for prints and take our statements that the implications begin to sink in. What if one of us had disturbed our guest? Someone determined enough to enter a visibly occupied home did not seem like someone we wished to interrupt. We would be contacted about victim support, the police say. An unexpected emotion surges through me: joy.
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