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.
“Yes, I'm Julia McGrath."
“Ma'am, we'd like to talk to you—outside."
The cold air from beyond the door was already entering the house. Wrapping my arms around myself, I looked down at my stocking-covered feet. “I'm sorry, I'm not dressed." I looked up at Van and then added, “Come inside."
“Are you inviting us in?" the male patrolman asked.
“Come in," Van said, gesturing to the
