Jenny’s mind was screaming. This was ridiculous. She was a teacher, not a thief. But in that moment, trapped in the buzz of the police station, surrounded by officers who believed they had caught a criminal, her voice felt small and insignificant. She was in a state of shock and disbelief. How could her night have gone so terribly wrong?!
In the sterile, dimly lit interrogation room, Jenny sat across from three stern-faced officers. Their eyes were fixed on her, filled with skepticism. “Tell us about these artifacts,” one officer began, his tone accusatory. Jenny could hear the disbelief in his voice before she even spoke.