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Her Arrest
**CAMILLA RENÉE**
SUNDAY.
EMERTON'S RESIDENCE.
I moved backwards, maybe I'll find solace in the kitchen, I did however maintain a vigilant gaze at the officer. I've seen how they treat criminals?
*Was I a criminal?* Possibly.
Mr Emerton had appeared from behind, his gaze motioning from the officers to mine.
My parents can't be far back.
The other two looked like they preferred to shove me in prison, while the man from the night of the fire kept a straight face, but I could see a little pity at the back of his eyes.
Just then, my mother and father strolled in.
Perfect. My impending doom has appeared.
"Officers. Good afternoon."
Mom greets them cautiously offering each of them a smile. She sent me a weird look and so did dad. They don't
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