The sharp, commanding voice of a man echoed through the quiet living room. "You are under arrest, Jane Johnson," he announced, pulling out a pair of shiny metal handcuffs from his belt. The cold, heavy words hung in the air, filling the room with tension.
Jane stood frozen, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Her eyes widened in shock and fear as the man's words sank into her mind. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her legs felt weak, almost as if they might give out beneath her at any moment. She hadn't expected this, not today, not ever.
Beside her, her mother, Mrs. Johnson, let out a sharp laugh, though her voice trembled slightly. It was the kind of laugh people gave when they were more scared than amused, trying to cover up their fear with anger. She stepped forward, glaring fiercely at the officers, her hands balling into fists at her sides.
