Jenny felt a wave of disbelief and embarrassment wash over her. She wanted to shout, to explain that it was all a misunderstanding, but the situation was overwhelming. She stood there, feeling the weight of many eyes on her, judging her without knowing the truth. Her mind was still reeling from the terrifying car ride and the unjust accusations.
The officer who had brought her in was relishing the moment, recounting the story with added drama. “I saw her swerving on the road, so I pulled her over. Then, I found these in her trunk,” he said, lifting the bag slightly. “Looks like the stuff reported stolen from the museum, doesn’t it?”