The Truth Comes Out
Minutes later, sirens sounded faintly in the distance. Two uniformed officers knocked on the door, explaining they were conducting a neighborhood security check.
Mark instantly tensed. “What’s this about?” he demanded.
“Sir, may we see some ID?” one officer asked.
Mark hesitated, pulling out his wallet—when a small orange prescription bottle slipped from his pocket and hit the floor.
It had no label. Several loose p!lls rattled inside.
One officer picked it up and exchanged a sharp glance with his partner.
In an instant, Mark tried to bolt—but the officers tackled him, cuffed him, and read him his rights.
Emily gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Mark, you’re under arrest for possession of c0ntrolled substances and suspected d0mestic ass.a.ult. You’ll need to come with us.”
