When my daughter’s wedding drew the family out of town for an extended weekend, I should have realized that my home’s security was as fragile as the family’s emotions.

The mail and the six newspapers I receive each day were dutifully picked up by a neighbor. A few lights were strategically left on in the house. The alarm system was engaged. Yet as I was getting set to walk Stephanie down the aisle, my cellphone vibrated with news from the alarm company that our house was experiencing an active burglary. The culprit, I’m convinced,...