*Matthew's POV*
What in the hell happened here? I stared around my trashed home in shock.
The shock quickly gave way to anger as I stared at the profanity spray painted around the room. It was obvious that this was a personal attack. And that pissed me off.
I dropped Trinity to her feet, completely losing the moment we were in as I walked further inside the room to get a better look.
"Matthew, wait!" Trinity's worried voice called out to me. "What if they are still here?"
Shit, she was right. I hadn't even thought of that.
I naturally stepped back to protectively stand in front of her, looking around as I did, and pulled my phone out of my pocket.
"Who are you calling?" Trinity whispered, and I felt her tug at the edge of my shirt.
"The police," I told her. "You're right, they could still be here. I won't take that risk with you here with me. In fact, I would feel better if you left and went back downstairs."