Jenny’s heart continued to race as she watched the officer’s every move. The night air felt heavy, and the isolated stretch of road seemed more desolate than ever. The officer’s questioning tone, the way he followed her every move, it all felt so disproportionate to a simple traffic stop.
Suddenly, his gaze shifted from her to the back of her car. “Ma’am, I’m going to need you to open your trunk,” he said, his voice carrying an air of authority that left little room for argument. Jenny’s mind raced. What could he possibly be looking for? She had nothing to hide, yet the request felt invasive and unwarranted.