"Officers, you can see the situation for yourselves."
"These two have been banging on my door, harassing and threatening me. They've been livestreaming lies about me online. I'd like you to handle this."
The officers exchanged a glance. The older one let out a slow breath.
"Ms. Bennett, I'll be straight with you. This kind of situation—it's not the first time we've dealt with it."
"Last week we hauled in an ex-boyfriend camped outside some girl's door, wouldn't leave her alone."
"Day later, she shows up at the station to drop the charges. Files a complaint against *us*—excessive force, hurt her fiancé."
"Yours is trickier. You've got a family elder here. Best case, this is a domestic dispute, and all we can really do is talk it through."
My aunt gave me a triumphant shove.
"Hear that? The police themselves say you're blowing this out of proportion! Bow your head and apologize before you dig yourself in deeper."
The edges of my vision went black.
I looked up. The two security guards were leering at me, pointing and muttering between themselves.
I swung toward the officers and pointed straight at the guards.