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.”
“No,” I said.
It came out flat.
He softened his voice.
“I understand. But we need the air tested, and we need statements separated. The garage may still be unsafe.”
Statements separated.
