That night we were in bed when we heard the main door being slammed and policemen coming in and handcuffing each one of us. Mere seconds pass by as I am standing in an interrogation room about the bomb. I try to deny and it looks like it's working. But I was not the only one to be questioned. And Jude was not home either. He may have left before the policemen arrived. After some time, we are done with the questions, but dad needs to go to court to solve this dispute.
God please, not another one.
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