Carina sat in the small police station room, staring at the affidavit on the table. Her hands trembled a little as she held the paper. Her eyes ran over the words again and again, but nothing made sense. She sighed loudly and looked up at the officer sitting across from her.

“What’s this?” she asked weakly. “What did I even do?”

The police officer leaned back in his chair. His tone was calm but firm. “I called you in because we have proof,” he said, pointing at the affidavit document in front of her. “Look at this written complaint. It’s serious, Miss Carina. All these will go faster if you...