Lost Cause

A firm knock at the front door jolts me from my sleep. I sit up and wipe my face.

"Was that the door or am I dreaming?" I whisper to myself, genuinely confused. A few seconds later the same knock echoes in my bedroom again confirming that I am indeed not dreaming.

Getting out of bed, I quickly dress into my night gown and scurry downstairs to answer the door. To my surprise it's the cops.

"Good morning. Are you Ms Natalia Roberts?". The cop asks.

"Yes that is me. How may I help you?" I respond curious as to why a cop was knocking on my door at such early hours.

"I'm Officer Wilson from the Berley Police Department. I am here as I have some bad news for you. May I come in?" The cop says with a sorrowful tone.

I move back into my home and motion for him to enter. "What happened and what does it have to do with me?" I think to myself.

We walk down the hall and I direct him to the living room.

"Please have a seat. Would you like something to drink Officer Wilson?"

"Yes please. A coffee would be nice thank you. Black no sugar."

"No problem" I reply as I turn and nervously make my way towards the kitchen.

What in the world is going on here?

• ° ten minutes later ° •

After struggling with the stupid coffee machine, I carefully place the cup of coffee onto the tray along with my cup of...