Chapter 4 - The Locksmith at DawnAt six o'clock the following morning, while the sun was just beginning to streak the sky in shades of orange and pink, a police cruiser and a commercial locksmith van pulled up to 404 Elmridge Lane.
Detective Hill had called me at dawn to confirm that Ethan had been arrested inside the master bedroom at midnight, pulled out in handcuffs while still wearing his pajamas, shrieking in utter disbelief as officers led him to a patrol car!
Vanessa had been ordered to pack her personal bags and vacate the property immediately under threat of being charged as an accessory to felony assault.
I discharged myself from St. Anneâs Hospital, my wrist firmly wrapped in a splint, my eyebrow neatly stitched, wearing a clean navy dress Grace had brought for me.
When we arrived at the house, the locksmith was already finishing installing high-security smart locks on the front door.
I walked up the stone steps, stepping into the grand foyer.
The hole Ethanâs fist had punched into the drywall near the staircase was still thereâa ragged, ugly scar on the white paint. The wooden railing where I had tried to grab hold was scraped.
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My estate attorney, Arthur Vance (no relation to Ethan), met me in the living room, holding a heavy leather briefcase.
âClara,â Arthur spoke, handing me a certified court document. âThe emergency temporary restraining order has been granted by Judge Miller. Ethan is legally barred from coming within five hundred feet of you or this property.â
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