<div style="text-align: justify;">Jessica didn’t have as many defined ideas about the attack at the bakery as Carl did. She had no idea what was going on. She saw no reason why anyone would want to harm Michael. Of course, she hadn’t been particularly close to Mike, but he was an old acquaintance of her husband’s, and Mr. Davidson would probably never allow his wife to work with a shady character. <br/><br/>When Carl asked her if she had had no luck calling her husband, Jessica shook her head. She shot him a pitiful look before turning her gaze to the door. Her stomach tightened a little when she finally saw the scarily tall policeman. Shooting a pleading look to Carl, the woman tried to concentrate and stay as calm as she possibly could. <br/><br/>Jessica could somewhat appreciate the man’s attempt to talk to her and help her calm down. It was still a vain effort, though. It was too hard for her to feel reassured when her husband, who should be at home, wouldn’t pick up the phone.  She needed him, and she also wanted to know if he was all right.  Giving up on the call when the police officers got in, the young woman braced herself for the questioning.<br/><br/>Letting Carl take the lead, Jessica nodded to the policeman and accepted with gratitude the opportunity to sit down. It was with slightly trembling hands that she accepted the water, taking a few sips before giving her undivided attention to the man. <br/><br/>Repeating everything was alternatively difficult and liberating. It felt a bit like a relief to tell someone in a position of authority her story and hope that nobody would think she had done anything wrong. <br/><br/>The police officer’s question about Mike’s family made Jessica shake her head on a negative. She took a deep breath, feeling slightly dizzy when she did so. “Not really”, she replied softly. “I believe he was single. At least he never mentioned a wife or children”. After these words, the woman sighed and fell silent, feeling tired and light-headed. <br/><br/>Waiting for the policemen to leave the office, Jessica looked at Carl. She wondered if she should asked to go home and check things out first. Changing her mind, she decided she would allow herself to be taken to the nearest hospital. She wouldn’t be of much help if she bled to death or got some sort of nasty infection, after all.<br/><br/>“Should we get going, then?”, she asked, trying to speak slowly so her speech didn’t sound slurred. “Could I… take a look downstairs before…?”, the woman asked, despite the fact that she wasn’t sure why she would want to go in there.</div>