Leaving The Repairman And My Wife Alone Was The Most Regretful Decision I Have Ever Made-10
The Frame-Up
He snapped the drawer shut instantly. Dropped it?! He’d dumped that thing into our drawer? It wasn’t his! What had he carried out? He’d had something when he left the bedroom! Had he stolen something of ours?! And now he was planting it?! A chill shot up my spine. Rage consumed the fear. This bastard was framing us! Mission accomplished, he walked briskly back to the kitchen sink. His demeanor shifted back to "normal." He began loudly gathering tools—a wrench clanging against metal pipes.
The Escape
He even cleared his throat, manufacturing noise. Covering his tracks. Pretending nothing had happened. Pretending he’d been diligently working. My teeth ground together. Tools packed swiftly. He hoisted his bag, strode to the front door. On camera, he pulled it open. Stepped through without a backward glance. The door closed. APP alert: [Front Door Locked]. He was gone. Just like that.
The Call
Leaving an opened drawer holding a mysterious box, and Emma asleep inside, oblivious. I jerked away from the wall, blood pounding in my ears. No more hesitation! Shaking fingers didn’t dial 911 first—I called the home landline! Had to know Emma was safe! The ringtone pierced the quiet hallway. Once. Twice. Thrice... An agonizing wait. Finally, on the fifth ring—a click.
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He snapped the drawer shut instantly. Dropped it?! He’d dumped that thing into our drawer? It wasn’t his! What had he carried out? He’d had something when he left the bedroom! Had he stolen something of ours?! And now he was planting it?! A chill shot up my spine. Rage consumed the fear. This bastard was framing us! Mission accomplished, he walked briskly back to the kitchen sink. His demeanor shifted back to "normal." He began loudly gathering tools—a wrench clanging against metal pipes.
The Escape
He even cleared his throat, manufacturing noise. Covering his tracks. Pretending nothing had happened. Pretending he’d been diligently working. My teeth ground together. Tools packed swiftly. He hoisted his bag, strode to the front door. On camera, he pulled it open. Stepped through without a backward glance. The door closed. APP alert: [Front Door Locked]. He was gone. Just like that.
The Call
Leaving an opened drawer holding a mysterious box, and Emma asleep inside, oblivious. I jerked away from the wall, blood pounding in my ears. No more hesitation! Shaking fingers didn’t dial 911 first—I called the home landline! Had to know Emma was safe! The ringtone pierced the quiet hallway. Once. Twice. Thrice... An agonizing wait. Finally, on the fifth ring—a click.
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