I picked her up, brought her home, made her dinner, and we even had a nice little chat. I left like 10 minutes before Arthur got back.

Then a few hours later… there was a knock at my door.
It was the police. And Arthur.
And guess what? He was pointing at me like “That’s her! Arrest her! She’s the one!”

I froze. I actually laughed a little—like, nervous laugh—because I thought it was some kind of joke. I looked at Arthur and said,
“Wait… what?”

The officers weren’t smiling. One of them stepped forward, calm but serious.

“Ma’am, we have a report from Mr. Franklin that you kidnapped his mother today. We need to ask you a few questions.”

Kidnapped.
He said I kidnapped his blind mother. The same mother he asked me to pick up. The