Julia

“Patrol Officers,” Van said in way of greeting.

Standing at the open French doors, I felt as if I were watching a movie or television show. The officers’ expressions were serious as the male officer spoke to Van. His voice was too low for me to hear.

If this visit was about me, I should be at the door too.

“Hello,” I greeted as I came up behind Van.

“Ms. McGrath?” the female patrol officer asked. ...