The officer told Lauren to remain near the SUV.
Lauren started crying immediately.
Not loud.
Not theatrical.
Small, fast sobs, like she was trying to swallow them before they counted.
“I didn’t know Chloe would come in,” she said.
The sentence landed so hard that even the paramedic turned.
I stepped toward her, and the first officer blocked me with one arm.
Not aggressively.
Enough.
“What did you do?” I asked.
Lauren looked at Daniel through the open front door.
He was still on the floor, oxygen mask over his face now, one paramedic adjusting the strap behind his head.
Then she looked at Chloe on the stretcher.
Her face collapsed.
“I only meant for him to sleep,” she whispered.
The world went very narrow.
The officer with the paper unfolded it.
His jaw tightened as he read.
“Ma’am,” he said to me, “we’re going to need you to step outside.”
