Targeted and Confused
The officer walked toward her with a steady, serious stride. “Ma’am, I’m afraid you have to come to the station with me,” he said, his voice calm but firm. Melissa blinked, completely caught off guard. “What? Me? Why? I haven’t done anything!” she cried out, standing abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor.
But the officer didn’t budge. His face remained stern, unmoved by her confusion or her rising panic. He didn’t offer explanations, only insisted on her cooperation. Melissa’s heart pounded in her chest. This wasn’t how today was supposed to go. She had come to sell a ring—nothing more. So why did it suddenly feel like she was in a crime drama she never signed up for?
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