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Marc doesn’t move or speak, so I add, “Please, for me, just walk away and let me handle this right now.”

Marc’s gaze softens, but he nods his head. “I’ll go inside and catch up with Miss Edith.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. You can tell her allabout our weekend together. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Looking back at the smirking officer, anger fills my veins. They know it was Jared, but once again, they pretend they don’t know shit.

Once again, I am left to pay for Jared’s harassment and destruction.

But this is the last time.

With Marc’s help, I’ll figure out a way to get justice.

When Marc is inside my house, the police officer grabs his notepad to get my side of the story.

I give the police all the details that I have while excluding the footage Miss Edith took.

“Everything was fine when we left Friday afternoon. We just got back and found my house like this.”

The police officer jots down some notes before saying, “Do you or any of your neighbors have any security cameras?”

I shake my head. “No, because this never happens here. This is a safe subdivision.”

“Hmm. That could make it harder to find the suspect.”

Is he serious?

We all know who it was, but we can’t turn in our evidence.

The officer signals for the other officer to go ahead and leave. He hands me the form to fill out.

As I fill it out, I say, “There’s only one personwho has been harassing me and violating the restraining order and he was here Friday.”

The police officer raises an eyebrow. “Did you see him here Friday?”

“No, but Marc and Miss Edith did.”

“Hmm, then we have nothing to go on.”

I hand the form over. “He walked into my photography studio Thursday evening while I was there.”

“That’s in another county.”

“So?”

“So, it’s out of my jurisdiction. There’s nothing I can do about that. You should have called the police when it happened, if you wanted to enforce the restraining order.”

He strolls back to his car and immediately calls someone on his cell phone.

I have a guess about who that could be.

And based on his growing smile, I know my gut feeling is correct.

When the officer finally leaves, I head inside to clean up the destruction.

Marc and I say goodbye to Miss Edith while I prepare to spend the next several hours cleaning.

I grab a trash bag from under the kitchen sink while Marc grabs the broom and dustpan.

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