My heart is beating so fast it feels like it's going to burst out of my chest at any moment, and shakily, I feel my mother next to me, holding my hand and looking as nervous as I am.
—So, do you want to spend a moment? —asks my mother to the policemen, looking extremely nervous.
We might look guilty, but it was understandable, it is not normal to see a group of policemen at your door looking for your daughter, it is more than understandable that my mother is so nervous and looking so "guilty". But even though the cops are undoubtedly scary, none of them seem to want to do anything bad to us, in fact, they just seem a bit confused to see us so nervous.
Using a friendly tone, one of the policemen replies: —No need Mrs. Kramer, we just came to ask you a few questions.
Smiling even more ne
