A police officer came to my door asking why my SUV had spent the entire night in a cemetery. I laughed, convinced he had the wrong house, until one simple question made me look at my husband differently for the first time.
The knock at my front door came just after breakfast, while I was rinsing coffee mugs in the kitchen sink. My husband, Ethan, was in the living room answering work emails.
It was an ordinary Tuesday, and I expected to see a delivery driver or one of our neighbors.
Instead, a uniformed police officer stood on my porch.
I immediately wondered whether something had happened to my blue SUV. I had driven it for almost four years. Maybe someone had hit it or stolen the license plates.
Neither possibility prepared me for what came next.
The officer nodded politely.
“Good morning, ma’am. Are you Maia?”
“Yes.”
“I’m Officer Ben.”
His expression was calm but serious.
“Do you own the blue SUV parked in your driveway?”
“I do.”
He glanced at his notebook.
“Ma’am… why was your car parked at Green Meadows Cemetery from 11:40 p.m. until almost five this morning?”
I laughed because I thought he had the wrong address.
“I’m sorry?”
“Your vehicle was recorded there last night.”
“No,” I said. “You’ve definitely got the wrong person. My car had been sitting in my driveway all night. My husband and I watched a movie, went to bed around 11, and neither of us left the house.”
I pointed through the front window. “There it is.”
Officer Ben stepped off the porch and examined the rear license plate. He checked it twice before looking back at me.
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