Silence filled the house again.
Then my father spoke with quiet precision.
“An ambulance will arrive at that house within minutes.”
Colin attempted to interrupt.
“That won’t be necessary—”
My father did not allow him to finish.
“Police officers will also be present.”
Lorraine stepped forward angrily.
“This is ridiculous,” she snapped. “No one called the police.”
My father replied with calm certainty.
“I did.”
When the Sirens Arrived
Less than five minutes later, flashing lights reflected against the enormous windows of the Ashcroft home, turning the elegant dining room into a scene of stunned silence as guests began quietly gathering their coats.
Two paramedics entered the house quickly and followed Colin’s reluctant gesture toward the kitchen.
One of them knelt beside me immediately.
“Ma’am, we’re going to take care of you,” he said gently.
While they lifted me onto a stretcher, another voice spoke from the doorway.
“Portland Police Department.”
Three officers stepped inside and surveyed the room.
One of them looked directly at Colin.
“Mr. Ashcroft?”
Colin attempted to regain his composure.
