I hissed as I dropped the gun at last, feeling the new audience in the bedroom begin to surround me. My heart raced out of my chest and I lowered myself out of protection. At least in the large group of onlookers, Ken was not a part of this witch hunt.

He would be oblivious to the setup happening here today.

I couldn’t escape all of these people, either. Even if I wanted to run away from this obvious attempt to frame me, I feared it would work.

Would the police believe ...