I was thrown into a room. I was all alone. Aren't they supposed to ask me questions? But why are they treating me like I'm a criminal? This is so unfair. Tears poured down my cheeks. I wiped them away, but they kept pouring down. My heart was broken. I felt so alone here. No one had come to look for me.
After a while, the officer from earlier came to get me. I had to ask him about my fate. "Why am I being treated like a criminal?" He glared at me. "Ma'am, we have evidence of your plans. They've gone to arrest the other suspect. I'm sure you two have a lot to say."
Ethan was in trouble too. But he said he didn't do it. Then who did this? I didn't think Ethan would want to implicate himself purposely. He didn't do the recording. Someone must have done it. I should have known that someone was watching us, listening to our conversations. I should have known.
