Pleading for an Answer
The officer gestured toward the exit. “Please, follow me to the car,” he said, with the kind of calm that only made Melissa more anxious. She stood frozen, not wanting to move. “At least tell me why. What do you think I’ve done? I’ve never even had a speeding ticket!” Her voice cracked with a mix of fear and frustration, her hands trembling slightly at her sides.
Her mind raced with possibilities, but none of them made any sense. There had to be some mistake—she was a law-abiding citizen, not someone who would ever end up in a situation like this. But despite how certain she was of her innocence, something deep inside told her that this was more serious than a simple misunderstanding. And, unfortunately, that gut feeling was right.
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