Alone With Her Doubts
The ticking of the clock echoed loudly in the small space, and Melissa’s nerves frayed with every second. She looked around, trying to make sense of her surroundings—everything about this screamed “criminal,” and yet she had done nothing wrong. She felt like a trespasser in someone else’s nightmare, except it was her name on the file they were reviewing, not someone else’s.
Melissa had always lived a quiet, law-abiding life. She recycled, paid her bills on time, and had never once gotten in trouble with the law—not even a parking ticket. So why was she here, in an interrogation room, waiting for officers to question her like a suspect? She wracked her brain but still couldn’t think of a single reason why she would be in this situation… unless it all really was about the ring.
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