Kiara’s head snapped up, confusion flickering across her face. Her stomach dropped as she saw the man in uniform standing by the counter. The officer, tall and imposing, turned to her with a stern expression. His eyes locked onto hers as he walked toward her. “Ma’am,” he said firmly, “I’m afraid you need to come to the station with me.”
“What?” Kiara’s voice cracked, panic bubbling to the surface. “Why? What are you talking about? I haven’t done anything!” Her words came out in a rush as she looked between the officer and Mr. Hermann, desperate for answers. Mr. Hermann avoided her gaze, his face unreadable, which only heightened her growing fear.