After my divorce, I bought a house and told no one. While I was out of state, my cameras showed a moving truck in my driveway. Then I saw my ex-husband and his new wife carrying their furniture inside. I didn’t call him. I called the police.
At 10:14 on a bright Saturday morning, I glanced down at my mobile device and watched my ex-husband hauling a flat-screen television into a residence he possessed zero authorization to access. Trailing closely behind him was his current wife. She was lugging a brass floor lamp. My brass floor lamp. I was sitting four hours…