I sit in the cold, sterile interrogation room, thinking to myself. How can I explain how I have Luca's card? That he, my boss, a renowned public figure, willingly gave it to me?
To add to my problems, I only realize at this point that I didn’t have his number. To at least call and confirm my truth. I panic, chewing on my nails.
The police officer's words still echo in my mind. When I had asked them if I couldn’t provide proof, what’ll happen.
“You're going to jail. And there’s no way to explain it because you’re a thief”, he says with a sarcastic smile.
My thoughts drift to Sandy, lying in the hospital. Just waiting to be operated on. How will that be done without payment. How will I save her now? Tears prick at my eyes as I'm led to a cell. The metal door clangs shut behind me.
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