I stepped outside in pajama pants, raised both empty hands where everyone could see them, and called dispatch myself. I identified myself as the homeowner and the involved party, then requested state police and a neighboring agency because I was not going to investigate a crime committed against my own family. Rosalind kept waving her “demolition order” and insisting officers arrest me for threatening her. Corbin, the bulldozer operator, looked from my badge to the destroyed bedroom and quietly shut off the machine.
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