A few weeks ago, a young woman in her late 20s stood in a parking lot outside a grocery store.
She had just returned from her first day of college, and she looked like a typical college student.
She was wearing a bright-red polo shirt, black sneakers, and jeans.
A large, brown backpack held a black laptop bag full of textbooks.
She looked at the shoppers and smiled.
Then, her face went blank.
She hadn’t eaten in a while.
But when she heard the sound of a car, she started to panic.
She couldn’t get her wallet out of her car.
She didn’t know how much money she had left in her car, and it was nearly midnight.
The woman didn’t need to worry.
She needed to get the cash.
What if she lost it?
How would she get back?
Her heart started racing.
I don’t want to lose everything, she thought.
I’m going to get out of this mess.
She got out of the car, walked to the back of the store, and tried to open the door.
Her hands were shaking so much she couldn’t open the store’s door.
I can’t open that door, she screamed.
I need to call the police.
It wasn’t until she reached the front of the building that she realized something was wrong.
Her purse was empty.
It was gone.
Her phone was missing.
She walked to her front door, and grabbed her keys.
But the house was empty as well.
The last time I was in there was about two weeks ago.
I have no money, she told herself.
And when she checked her phone, she didn’t see the text message that had sent her to the emergency room.
It said something about her credit card going bad.
She reached out to her sister, but she didn, either.
She called the police, and when she got there, they told her to wait for them to arrive.
The officers took her to a hospital.
The doctors told her the cause of her symptoms was a lack of sleep.
But she didn’s mom wasn’t too worried.
She told the cops she didn’ want to give up her car because she had a lot of money.
When I get home, I won’t lose my job, she said, crying.
I had to get her out of there.
I didn’t want that to happen.
I still have her phone.
And the paramedics said I’m ready to go.
It took a couple of hours for the paramedics to get there, but they finally got me in the ambulance.
But before they got me there, the cops took away my phone, which is what they had on my wrist when they took me to the hospital.
When the paramedics got me to a waiting room, I didn’ know what to think.
What could they have done to get me to that hospital?
What could have happened to my car?
The ambulance was waiting for me at the hospital, but it wasn’t clear whether it was the police or the ambulance that got me.
After the paramedics took me in, I went to the police station and asked what happened to the car.
They told me they had it.
But I was worried about the police officers who came to my house to take me away.
It looked like they had taken the car away from me.
I said, I have to ask you, what did they do to me?
They told my mom I didn”t have anything to do with this.
But they didn’t tell me anything about the car either.
I thought maybe the police didn’ have my car, but I didn.
I was very confused.
The next day, I called my mom to find out what was happening.
She wasn’t able to talk to me about what had happened, but her sister told me she wanted to call me back.
I started asking questions, but my mom wouldn’t tell.
It”s not like I could talk to her.
She said she had been worried that she might lose my house, her job, and even her family, all because of me.
My mom told me that she wasn’t sure whether to talk with me or to call an attorney.
But her sister did, and they both took me into custody.
When they came back, they took my phone and my keys.
The police officer told me it was my responsibility to tell them everything about what happened.
He told me I would be questioned by a detective from the district attorney’s office, and that the police would also be asking for my arrest records.
So I told him I didn’t want to talk, because I didnʙt have the money to pay them, and I told them I didnít want them to arrest me, either, since they didn―t have my arrest record.
They arrested me.
At the jail, I told the detective that I had nothing to say.
He took me back to the room where I had been kept in