George was on the phone with someone, and soon, he was making a call to the police. The strange man’s persistent knocking had triggered a mix of emotions in Zoe. She felt relieved that George was taking their safety seriously, but the uncertainty gnawed at her. Zoe’s heart pounded in her chest. “What is happening?”, she whispered. The distant wail of sirens grew nearer, signaling the arrival of the police. The mysterious man had taken off but George had the doorbell camera footage ready to show the authorities.
Upstairs, in the bedroom, Rex had joined Zoe, offering her a sense of comfort and security. “Zoe!”, George’s voice, laced with urgency, broke the silence. “The police are here, they want to talk to you.” The mention of the police triggered a whirlwind of thoughts in Zoe’s mind. “Is it about the man? Did they catch him?”, she wondered. She remained on the bed, basking in the safety Rex’s presence provided. But as George called for her two more times, the urgency in his voice prompted her to go downstairs. She thought it was to discuss the intruder, but reality held a different surprise.