The officer reached my car and knocked on the window, signalling for me to roll it down. My heart raced, my palms sweating as I took a deep breath and lowered the window. The officer didn’t crouch down to look me in the face, standing tall as he asked in a voice that was calm but firm,
"Where are you going, ma'am?"
I froze, my mind scrambling for an answer. "I'm just going to visit a friend... a little out of town."
"Where to exactly?" he asked, his tone still measured.
I felt the panic set in as my mind searched for a place. Westwood. The name popped into my head before I could think better of it.
"Westwood," I stammered, praying he wouldn’t ask anything else. It was far from the city, but it was the only thing I could think of.
"Yeah? Is there a problem? Did I do something wrong?
