By Tiffany Eddy
Just before Christmas, on a cold blustery night, my husband and I said goodnight to our company, locked-up the house, checked the doors and set the alarm. That's not the way it was 15 years earlier, when I first came to NewHampshire -- back then I felt no need for house alarms.
In a time that seems so long ago, I loved the fact that bad things didn't happen here. We never bothered locking the doors. We didn't need an alarm, we were safe. That was until one tragic night in Mont Vernon a few years ago. There's not a night now where I don't double-check the alarm, make sure it's set, and think about what was senselessly taken from all of us in a profoundly tragic and violent manner.
Back to that early morning, just two days before Christmas. Our alarm sounded and alerted 911. Before we could fully react, two troopers were outside our home -- ready, making sure my family was safe. - Read the
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