Chapter 6 - The Neighborhood Spectacle

Evelyn panicked.
She dropped the leather binder onto the bed and rushed toward the front door, attempting to intercept the first responders before they could reach Anna.
"Officers! Paramedics! Over here!" Evelyn screamed as she threw open the front door, immediately dropping to her knees on the porch and sobbing loudly for the entire cul-de-sac to hear. "Help! My son is having a psychotic breakdown! He attacked me and broke my door down!"
Lights began flicking on across the street. The Millers opened their front curtains; old Mr. Henderson stepped out onto his porch in his bathrobe.
Two paramedics rushed past Evelyn without breaking stride, carrying trauma bags and a portable monitor straight toward Anna in the living room. Two police officers stopped on the porch, hands resting near their duty belts.
"Ma'am, stay right there," the taller officer commanded. "Officer Davis, secure the room."
I walked out of the hallway into the living room, holding the glass jars in an evidence bag I had grabbed from the pantry.
"Officer," I said calmly, keeping my hands visible. "My name is Mark Vance. I am the homeowner. My wife is in active distress on the couch. This woman is my mother. She physically assaulted my pregnant wife in the kitchen, and I have physical evidence of toxic substances she has been attempting to administer to her."
"He's lying! He’s crazy!" Evelyn screamed from the porch, her voice echoing down the street. "Look at my wrist! Look at what he did to me!"
She showed the officer a completely unblemished wrist.
Officer Davis looked at Evelyn, then looked into the living room where the paramedics were already placing an oxygen mask over Anna’s face.
"Sir," Davis said to me, "step over here and tell me exactly what happened from the beginning."
"Check the kitchen," I said. "The floor is flooded. There's a broken plate. And then check the interior security camera above the refrigerator."
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Evelyn’s screams stopped instantly.
She froze on the porch steps, her jaw hanging slack as her eyes darted to the ceiling corner of the kitchen.