Chapter 3 - The Ambulance Doors
Sirens wailed in the distance, a second wave of emergency vehicles arriving to support the paramedics who were already loading Chloe and Mark into separate ambulances.
“Ma’am, we need you to ride in the lead rig,” a paramedic called out, pulling open the rear doors of the first vehicle.
I looked back at my sister, whose frantic excuses were now being cut short by Officer Vance reading her Miranda rights and slapping heavy steel cuffs around her wrists. She didn't look like family anymore; she looked like a stranger who had casually detonated our lives for a handful of greed.
“I’m coming,” I shouted back to the medic. But before I stepped into the back of the ambulance, I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I never thought I would need.
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My divorce attorney, Harrison.
“Harrison,” I said, my voice eerily calm as the red lights flashed against the interior of the rig. “Drop everything. My sister just tried to murder my husband, and my daughter is in the back of an ICU unit because of it. I want every single asset, every shared account, and every property she ever touched frozen by midnight.”
