But when I arrived… I froze. My furniture—ALL MY STUFF—was scattered across the front lawn! Even worse, the doors were wide open. And the most terrifying part? THE ENTIRE HOUSE WAS EMPTY! The paintings on the walls, my military memorabilia, my credenza, the kitchen table and chairs—everything I didn’t see outside was completely GONE!
“What’s going on?! Was I robbed?!” I mumbled to myself in a daze. Then, suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded behind me.
I turned and saw Peter. My own grandson, looking… smug.
“Oh hey, Pop. You’re back early.”