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"Trent? Is that... Is that you?"

"Yes." Trent whispers. 

"What's wrong?" 

"I think there's someone in my house.The lights just went off." 

Trent is speaking in a very low tone. 

"And your wife? Where is she?" I ask as my heart pounds harder with each passing second, my feet trembling. 

"Becca stop it!" Trent hisses. "Come here!" 

Trent hangs up. 

Before I fly to Trent's place, I decide to call the police first. They'll take time before they come