Zay closed her eyes briefly, cursing herself for being late in finding an excuse for a probable question like this.
"Ha ha, ehm i-it's like this, mom," Zay replied stutteringly. She raised both hands fretfully as she racked her brain and hoped a brilliant idea would come to her.
Mom was getting more and more curious, she tilted her head with her eyes on Zay's every move. Mom sighed as she got tired of waiting and asked again, "So, why are there police in your house?"
Zay was still confused by the reason, she glanced left and right. She was getting so agitated that sweat was pouring slowly down her temples. Suddenly her younger brother who heard their conversation took the initiative to ask the policeman directly.
"Sir, why are you guarding my elder sister's house? Did she commit a crime?"
The policeman looked at the boy first, then looked away and replied, "Right, she almost killed someone."