“𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞’𝙢 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙧.”

as the towns ‘good girl’ who would guess you were the one who burnt down a house? no one, right?

then, at around 11pm, you hear a couple knocks at your door. you drag yourself out of bed and walk downstairs. you open the door and find yourself infront of an officer.

“ma’am?” he asks, his smooth boston accent apparent. you see a name tag on his uniform, matthew.