Finally, after and hour and a half, the ordeal was over. They stated, "Do not move. If you move, we'll kill you. We know where you live and we'll be back. Anyway, this is just an inconvenience; your insurance company will pay for everything." Then they leave through the back door.

For a few minutes my husband and I just lay there trembling. Neither of us can speak or move. Eventually I break free of the ties and crawl to the nearest phone. Unfortunately they had disconnected the phone lines. It takes 10 minutes for me to find my cell phone and call 911. I curled up on the floor and waited to hear a voice on the other end. It felt like I waited an eternity before being connected to an operator. Finally, the police show up with guns drawn, walking around the perimeter of the house. Before entering the house they check the garden for the two gunmen and footprints and but there is no sign of them. They enter into the house, ask us if we're ok and get us safely to the couch. We sit trembling. Lots of questions, lots of questions, lots of questions. At that split moment, I felt that they didn't believe our story. They kept telling us that all our windows and doors were open, yet we never leave our windows and doors open. It even sounded so weird that we had a robbery because nothing was out of place except for shoe boxes in my closet and my lingerie drawer. They interviewed my husband and me separately and, of course, we had the same story. They stayed with us until probably 3 in the morning and they had the helicopters, they had the forensics, they had everybody in our house. It was like a scene for the show CSI. To much avail, they found nothing, not one fingerprint, not one footprint, nothing.

The drama continues. My husband leaves for work the next day, feeling that he would be safe there, and I am left in my house freaking out. Finally I had the courage to call my daughter and best friend and say, "I need you, I need you now. We had a little burglary last night." They both rush over and spent the next few days with me. As I go through all the events, the whole world comes to our home, bringing wonderful gifts of food and the story is just repeated and repeated and repeated. It was unreal. The whole neighborhood comes out - they couldn't believe what happened. My husband seemed able to get back into his routine and go back to work, while I felt completely lost and paralyzed.

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