Focus on my alibi
I resolutely insist on my innocence, explaining to the officers that I have a solid alibi: “I was at a family reunion, many people saw me there,” I state in a firm voice. But they merely exchange skeptical glances, jotting something down in their notebooks. “We need more than words,” the lead detective retorts in a cutting tone. Frustration assails me, but I force myself to remain composed; meanwhile, I keep thinking about the dashcam footage, my silent witness who might finally bring out the truth.
Focus On My Alibi
Frozen and left to rest the night
My requests are denied and I am left in my cell overnight; the metal door closes with a deafening thud, echoing in the empty hallway. I slump on a cold bench, crushed by the weight of that surreal reality, while the incessant hum of fluorescent lights above me makes any attempt at rest impossible. Confused thoughts about my family and my work crowd into my mind, intertwined with a deep sense of injustice. Yet in the midst of that oppressive silence, I cling tightly to the only hope left: that the dashcam footage may finally exonerate me.
Frozen And Left To Rest The Night
