JUNIOR’S ATTEMPTED ARREST
The next morning, Harvard's serene scholarly air was shattered by the piercing echo of police sirens. Blue and red lights burst across the cobblestone pathways, scattering interested kids and eliciting murmurs from the halls.
Catherina stood outside her building, her hands quivering slightly, handing up her official statement. The cops were patient but assertive, writing down every word she said — every bit of her reality that had been hidden behind fear and deception.
"The accident wasn't an accident," she explained softly, her gaze locked on the officer's pen.
"He drove into that barrier on purpose." She said.
She submitted the medical records, the threatening texts, the images of injuries – the evidence she had formerly been too scared to show anybody.
