The days passed in a haze of anxiety and confusion. I tried to maintain my routine, but the unease lingered, casting a shadow over my daily life.
The morning of the meeting arrived, and I found myself seated in a sterile office, facing a panel of stern-looking officials.
They asked questions, their tone clipped and formal, but provided little clarity on why my actions had drawn such scrutiny.
“We need to understand your involvement,” one of them stated, his gaze fixed on me.
I explained my side—the simple act of giving my coat to a woman in need. But it seemed my words fell on deaf ears.
There was a tension in the room, a sense that I was missing a crucial piece of the puzzle.
After the meeting, I left feeling more uncertain than before. The situation felt surreal, like a nightmare I couldn’t wake from.
Days turned into weeks, and the mystery only deepened. I was left to navigate this labyrinth alone, searching for answers that remained elusive.
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