Izzy couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so content and satisfied with life. Her relationship with Andrew was going well. He called every evening. That night was no different except that he called earlier than normal. He'd read her mind because she wanted to have an early night. She had drunk the special tea he'd bought. Climbing into bed she soon drifted off to sleep.
The next morning she woke up with a start. Someone was in her house. She could hear footsteps. Her bedroom door opened slowly. It was her neighbour. "Izzy, you've been burgled."
The next morning she woke up with a start. Someone was in her house. She could hear footsteps. Her bedroom door opened slowly. It was her neighbour. "Izzy, you've been burgled."
