The studio had no elevator, so I couldn't go up. I just sat there, knowing they would hear me if I called out even slightly.
But I didn't. Instead, I called the police and reported illegal activity at the address.
The police arrived quickly. From my hiding spot, I watched as they broke down the door and led away Fiona and Wyatt, who were only wrapped in a bath towel.
Not long after, my phone rang.
The police were using Wyatt's phone. They briefly explained what had happened and asked me to come to the station to bail him out.
When I got there, I only saw Wyatt.
I slapped him hard across the face. "Weren't you supposed to be working late? Why did you do this? And who is that woman?"
Just then, Fiona was brought out by the police. "Chloe, we've been framed. I was just practicing my dance, and after getting tired, I went to shower. The moment I stepped out, the police barged in. We weren't doing anything, I swear."
My clenched fist tightened, then relaxed. I turned to the police to inquire about the situation.
Although the officers brought them in, they hadn't found concrete evidence of illegal activity. They didn't expect the two to not only know each other but be involved in such a relationship.
After a routine warning, they released them.
On the way home, Wyatt kept trying to explain, insisting that nothing had happened between him and Fiona. He claimed he had just gone to watch her practice, and while she showered, he waited outside the whole time.
"I believe you, darling," I said with a smile, gently touching his face, and then asked him to carry me upstairs.
Fiona followed behind us, her face turned grim as she watched. She gritted her teeth and left.
Not long after Fiona left, my mother called. She didn't even let me speak before launching into a tirade, scolding me for wrongfully accusing Fiona and causing a scene at the police station. She demanded how Fiona was supposed to hold her head up after this.
"Mom, do you even know what really happened? You're just blaming me without knowing the facts. I was called to the station by the police."
"Well, you should've explained the situation better on Fiona's behalf. Thankfully, it was nighttime. What if this had happened during the day? How would Fiona face anyone..."
I cut her off mid-rant. "If she's so worried about facing people, maybe she shouldn't be doing things that can't see the light of day.