I called 911 with my left hand while my right hand kept moving from Chloe’s face to Daniel’s wrist and back again.
The dispatcher asked questions.
I answered what I could.
Address.
Two unconscious.
Chemical smell.
Child breathing.
Husband breathing.
Front door unlocked.
Time of Chloe’s smartwatch call logged at 3:17 p.m.
By 3:31 p.m., sirens cut through our neighborhood.
By 3:34 p.m., two police officers and the first paramedics were inside my kitchen.
The house changed around them.
Our ordinary rooms became evidence.
The broken white mug.
The cracked ceramic.
