Around 4am on Sunday morning, my roommate woke me up. “Katie, someone is breaking into your car,” she said. I jumped out of bed and ran to the window over our driveway where I saw the light in my car was on. I grabbed my phone and dialed 911 informing the operator that someone was breaking into my car. The police operator was cool and calm, quickly getting all the information from me. She kept me on the phone as I stared into my car.
From the angle I was at, I couldn’t actually see anyone, but I saw the light on in my car. I knew that as long as the light was on in my car, someone was going through my car. I wanted the light to stay on so that the police could arrive and catch whoever was going through my stuff, stealing my belongings and rummaging through my items.