The Planted Evidence

I was calm, almost disturbingly calm because I knew I had nothing to hide. There were no skeletons in my closet, no cockroaches crawling out of hidden corners. My conscience was clear, or at least I believed it was.

So when one of the guards suddenly stepped forward and said,

“I don’t know what this is, but we found this,”

my heart dropped instantly.

For a split second, it felt like my lungs forgot how to work. My breath caught in my throat, and the world around me seemed to tilt. Then, slowly and painfully, everything began to make sense. In that moment, I knew it. I...