Naive, Not Innocent
Even after leaving the police station with ink still on my fingers, I swore I wasn't the type of person to be arrested.
Even after leaving the police station with ink still on my fingers, I swore I wasn't the type of person to be arrested.
It turns out the kid with the Swastika tattoo on his arm who I always thought was planning on shooting up the school really WAS planning on shooting up the school, but luckily someone braver than me reported him.
While it was comforting to hear the cop's reassurances that he personally did not believe we were pedophiles, it really didn't do much to help the situation.
Fear and heartbreak clutched at me as they tightened the handcuffs on my wrists and took my baby girl away - because I'd been responsible enough to bring her to the hospital.