My Family Left Me Alone on a Holiday – Until One Knock Turned the Night Upside Down

The younger officer frowned.

“So you’re saying you weren’t in Wisconsin that week.”

The older officer opened a folder and turned it toward me.

“We have a plane manifest with your name on it that proves you have been to Wisconsin and were there when the assault took place.”

That’s when I started getting nervous.

“We also have an eyewitness,’ he continued.

“Putting you at the scene.”

I looked at the paper, then back at him.

“Did they mention the chalk dust on my hands? Or the stack of essays I was grading that night?”

The younger officer stood and left the room without a word.

When he came back, he was carrying a thicker file.

That was when I knew something had shifted.

I was there for two hours, answering questions and waiting while they ran computer checks and made phone calls to other departments.

Finally, they realized they’d got the wrong man and brought me to the front desk. A sergeant with gray hair and tired eyes looked at me like he wanted to apologize but didn’t know how.

That’s when the door slammed open.

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