“Melody, what the hell are you doing? You didn’t do anything wrong! Why did you turn yourself in and say you stole something?”
I looked up at the familiar, furious face of my boyfriend, Mark.
Faced with his questions, I just gave him an innocent look. “Mark, what are you talking about? I don’t unders-
tand.”
“You have to own up to your mistakes. It’s a good citizen’s duty to admit when they’re wrong and change for the better. How can you tell me to take back my confession?”
In the interrogation room, the police officer frowned at Mark. He rapped his knuckles on the table. “Sir, your thinking is very dangerous right now.”
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“There is security footage proving Ms. Melody Reid took bread from the supermarket, and she has confess- ed to the crime. With both physical and testimonial evidence, how can you try to persuade her to evade res-
ponsibility?”
The officer’s righteous words made Mark’s face twist with anger. He stared at me in disbelief, pounding on the glass partition of the room.
“Melody! Are you insane?”
“You have millions in your account, and you’re stealing a two–dollar loaf of bread? Are you sick?!”
But no matter what he said, I just kept my head down, pretending not to hear.
Mark was beside himself with rage.
He yelled at me one more time, “Melody, I’m asking you one last time, are you coming out of there with me
or not?”
