<div style="text-align: justify;">Emily nodded when Dean ordered her tea. Yes, she needed to control her nerves, as soon as possible. Before she said something she would regret. <br/><br/>Forcing herself to smile back at Dean, Emily sighed. "It's impossible not to worry, Mr. Fuller", she replied softly. "Please, do not get me wrong. I trust you, I believe you are competent, and willing to help me. But right now, I am scared of everything. I fear that we will be heard by the wrong person, but I am just nervous, I believe".<br/><br/>When the waiter returned, Emily feel silent and nodded, murmuring a faint 'thank you' when Dean poured her tea and pushed the cup towards her. She put some sugar in the cup and took a long sip. <br/><br/>When Dean said she didn't strike him as the kind of person who would harm someone out of malice, Emily nodded emphatically. "Exactly. I know... I have read somewhere that everyone is capable of harming, and even killing, under the right stimuli. But I don't know. I was always... a push over, I guess. People picked on me all the time and I never did anything about it".<br/><br/>That was true, and sincerity was clear in Emily's expression and voice. <br/><br/>With a nod, Emily took the notebook obediently. "I'm not sure how organized this report will be for now", she warned. "I am really nervous and scared, and I may be a little confusing in my writing. Please, let me know if it's not clear".<br/><br/>With a soft sigh, Emily started writing. She wrote first about the location of the body, and the gunshot wounds. She wrote that she had panicked and taken the gun with her. She then wrote about the person who had died. About how she knew the person and her relation with them.<br/><br/>"This is it", she murmured. "After you read it, you will understand my reasons for fearing that I will be framed easily".</div>