My dad, who was already up, turned to me with a confused expression. “Did you call the police?”
I shook my head, equally baffled and then looked over at my brother, who seemed just as surprised.
The male officer spoke up, his tone authoritative. “Who here is Carrie Chidsey?”
“I am,” I said, trying to steady my voice.
The female officer stepped forward, her expression unreadable. “We received a report last night. Carrie is suspected of intentionally injuring someone. We need you to come with us to the station.”
My mind raced—intentionally injuring someone? It had to be about Kennith. The memory of hitting him with that stool last night came rushing back. Was this really happening? The nerve of him, turning this around on me after what he tried to do.
Before I could say anything, my dad intervened, his voice rising in disbelief. “This has to be a mistake! My daughter was nearly assaulted last night. She was just defending herself!”
The male officer gave a slight nod. “We’ll need to investigate the situation. Please come with us so we can get to the bottom of this.”