They didn’t even look at me after that. I didn’t care. I wasn’t the patient. I didn’t need their attention. I sat on the stoop as I waited for the police. They should be here soon enough. From downstairs, I could hear them working on her. There were people along the side of the house and I realized one of them had gone back to get the backboard to transport her. I still didn’t move. I didn’t want to see her. I didn’t want to give her any unnecessary hope that I’d change my mind. I’d done that too many times already, which was why her actions only grew more extreme. Next time, she could be trying to kill me. Obviously, Camilla needed help. She was completely unbalanced.
The EMTs had her loaded and were taking her away in record time. They hadn’t done much other than tape on the towels, from what I could see. The police pulled up and they exchanged words. I caught ‘non-lethal injury’ and felt a wave of relief. I remained on the porch step, waiting for them to come talk to me, trying to process everything that had happened.
One of the officers looked up at me and strode over. “Are you the homeowner?” he asked.
“Yes.” I frowned. In the morning, I’d have to fix the hole. Tonight, I’d have to find some cardboard or something.
The officer nodded. “Okay. Wanna tell me what happened tonight?”
“Sure. Camilla is about to be my ex-wife. We’ve been separated for years.”
His eyebrows peaked. “She told them she lived here and you locked her out.”
I shook my head. “She has keys. She wasn’t locked out. I don’t know why she was trying to break in. I think she has completely lost it.” I rubbed my face. “I don’t know why she broke the window with her head…”
“So, you didn’t refuse to relinquish her belongings?” He frowned.
I shook my head, stood, and motioned for him to follow me. Just inside the door, I had all the bags of her clothes and boxes of possessions. “This is her stuff. She left unexpectedly and didn’t come back. I packed it. It has been waiting here. She hasn’t called or texted.” I pulled out my phone. “Feel free to check it out. I have her saved as ‘Keyon’s Mom.’ It’s how I keep from being furious at her antics.” I shrugged, hoping this was explanation enough.
“We’re going to need to take some pictures.”
“Yeah. Do what you gotta do. I need to go upstairs and check on my son.” Then I slowly wandered up the stairs so I could watch Keyon sleep and hopefully calm down.