Amy
I watched as Yassie was led away in handcuffs, a hollow feeling gnawing at the pit of my stomach. The shock and disbelief on the faces of the employees mirrored my own turmoil. On the outside, I wore a mask of sadness, mirroring the collective dismay that hung in the air. Inside, however, my emotions were in turmoil.
As Yassie was escorted to the police car, I couldn't help but feel a mix of guilt and triumph. Guilt, because I had contributed to this situation by manipulating the lie detector test and implicating her. Triumph, because I had successfully diverted suspicion away from myself, at least for the time being.
My mind raced with thoughts of the implications of Yassie's arrest. Would she maintain her innocence or crumble under police interrogation? What would this mean for me
