No Other Choice
“Ma’am, you can cooperate, or I will have to force you to come with me,” the officer warned, his eyes unwavering. Melissa looked at his face, searching for any softness, any hint of flexibility—but there was none. He meant it. Realizing she had no other options, she nodded slowly and picked up her bag, trying to maintain some dignity as she followed him out.
She kept telling herself she hadn’t done anything wrong. Maybe there was some mix-up, some confusion about the ring’s origins. If that was the case, all she needed to do was explain the truth. Once the police heard her side of the story, they’d have no choice but to let her go. At least, that’s what she hoped as she stepped into the unknown.
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