Pleading for Clarity
“When did he give it to you? Do you know where he bought it?” Officer Davis asked, keeping his tone firm. Melissa shook her head quickly, frustration building in her voice. “No, I have no idea. He never told me, and honestly, I never cared enough to ask,” she said. The room felt smaller now, more stifling, as if every question pushed her deeper into something she didn’t sign up for.
Her emotions boiled over as she raised her voice, nearly shouting, “Can SOMEONE please tell me what is going on? I don’t even want that stupid ring anymore!” She had entered the shop hoping to be rid of it—and now it had brought her to a police station. All she wanted was clarity, but so far all she’d received were accusations and silence.
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