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My father’s expression changed, uncertainty crossing his face. Let’s go, Tyler said nervously. We should go. They left the way they came through the broken front door. I heard their footsteps crunching on broken glass, then silence except for the approaching sirens. The catering manager knelt beside me. Don’t move. The ambulance is coming, too.
I’m okay, I whispered, though I wasn’t sure I was. The police arrived first, then the ambulance. The paramedics checked me over and strongly recommended Igo to the hospital for X-rays and a full examination while I gave my statement to the officers. Yes, I wanted to press charges. Yes, I had video evidence. Yes, I could identify all three intruders as my father James, my sister Madison, and my brother Tyler.
The officers asked if I wanted to go to the hospital. I agreed to go for X-rays and a full examination. At the emergency room, they confirmed what the paramedics had suspected. My ribs were severely bruised, but not fractured. My throat showed significant soft tissue damage. They photographed my injuries for the police report, gave me pain medication, and cleared me to go home.
The whole process took 3 hours, but I was back at the estate by early afternoon, still in time to prepare for dinner. The catering staff were amazing. While I was at the hospital, they’d worked with a property management company I used for maintenance. One of the company’s contractors lived nearby and owed them a favor. He came out and temporarily boarded up the broken window, then returned later with a replacement pain.
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