You stand in the street in nothing but your nightgown, watching the ashes where your house - and your abusive husband - once were.

Detective Riley’s eyes narrow, observing you, “The fire had already begun when you woke up?”

You look up at him, “The house was already on fire, I swear I’m not a liar.”

Then suddenly, he places a pair of handcuffs on your wrists, fingers grazing you as he puts you in his car. Before he closes the door you whisper, “Everybody knows that I’m a good girl officer.”