Yours

December 5th

Dear Sophia,

I love you.

Today was a weird day.

It was really good to see you because it settled me down a lot. I needed that. This morning was a bit confusing.

I got woken up by someone knocking on the front door. It confused me because that never happens. Especially not early in the morning. I put on my dressing gown and went down expecting it to be the postman or something like that. It was a policeman. For some reason just seeing him made me nervous. I think I get that whenever I see a policeman. I don’t know why. You don’t see them walking around as much anymore but if I’m in a shop and a security guy looks over at me I start to feel really suspicious which probably makes me look suspicious too. I always leave it a minute to reach into my pockets after I leave a shop so it doesn’t look like I’m pulling out something I’ve just stolen. It’s stupid really. I shouldn’t worry when I’m not doing anything wrong.

The first thing the policeman did was ask me if I was in for all of last night. It felt like he was being a bit nosy and I didn’t really like it. It felt like he wasn’t just asking to find out. It felt like there was a right answer and a wrong one. I told him I was in from yesterday until this morning when he’d woken me up. He apologised for waking me up but he didn’t sound like he meant it. Then he explained what had happened.

He said last night a house was broken into and they were going round asking the neighbours if they’d heard or seen anything. I asked which house it was. He wouldn’t tell me which one straight away. He just asked the same questions again. I told him it was too windy last night for me to really pick up on any noises going on outside. I told him a few cars probably went past but that happens all the time. I told him I probably wouldn’t have noticed anything out of the ordinary.

I felt like I was giving an alibi just by explaining where I was while it happened. I started to feel like he was judging me. He told me to call the police if I thought of anything suspicious from last night that had slipped my mind. I didn’t like that. It was like he was saying there was something I wasn’t telling him.

I wouldn’t even recognize my neighbours from down the road. I could probably see someone walk out of their house carrying their T.V and I would just assume it was them. If you’re a victim of a crime it’s more likely you know the person who did it than for it to be a total stranger. Maybe I should have told the policeman I don’t know any of my neighbours so it couldn’t have been me. I wouldn’t want to sound too defensive though. He already seemed suspicious.

It did get me thinking though. I don’t even know if this house has a burglar alarm. I guess not or I’d probably know about it. I don’t really know how they work anyway. I don’t know how they know what’s a burglar and what’s not.

There’s not too much here I’d miss if it got stolen I guess. Your necklace probably is the first thing someone would go for. It would be sad if that got taken. I put a lot of work into it. You’ve made it clear it’s not something vital though so it wouldn’t be unbearable as long as you were ok.

I bet those people had left their window open or something stupid like that. There’s never any real trouble around here. I promise you it is safe here. It would be a good place to raise our kids I think. We wouldn’t make any stupid mistakes like those people down the road anyway. We wouldn’t let anything like that happen.

I love you.

Yours,

Andrew