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Never robbed of peace
It was a summery January afternoon in Australia when we invited friends over for lunch after church. As the heat rose, we opened the side door in the dining room to let in the breezes.
Later that evening, my husband left for a business trip, and as it was a school holiday week, our son went off to the Outback with a friend. Our daughter, Kenzie, and I were looking forward to some time together—just the girls.
She was sleeping, as was I, in my room when the doorbell began to ring incessantly at about one o’clock in the morning. I started to head down the stairs when I realized that the curtains had not been drawn and that whoever was at the door would be able to see that I was alone. I decided the wiser course was to go back to the bedroom and phone the police.
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