Lynch closed the door, cutting off the connection between the bedroom and the corridor security. The enclosed space provided Vera with a significant sense of safety, visibly relaxing her slightly, although she still shook a little.
Lynch walked over and held her hand. The warmth from his palm made Vera feel much better, but her expression was pained, "Why did things become this way? What are they searching for now? I've already given them everything!"
She looked at Lynch, seeking the reason behind everything she was enduring.
Lynch was silent for a while, thinking it best to tell her, "The state prosecutor plans to charge you with 'concealment/fabrication of evidence' when prosecuting others."
"I wasn't sure whether to tell you, but now it seems you should be mentally prepared."
Upon hearing this, Vera was utterly stunned. She couldn't comprehend why something she considered completely unrelated to any crime could potentially make her... a criminal?
