Treating Mr Psychopath

In my office, the authoritative voice of the rotund police officer, whose life seemed to revolve around donuts, echoed as he sternly informed me, "Elena Verlice, you're being arrested for assisting, possibly even facilitating an inmate's escape. Everything you say might be used against you in court, so you have the right to remain silent." Shock and disbelief washed over me. Oh my God, what's happening? Why am I being accused of helping her get away? Wait, did he actually escape? Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to comprehend. "How could he do this to me? I've risked everything for him, and this is the gratitude I receive? I had hoped he wouldn't make such a move. I guess I was just a pawn in his elaborate scheme. It seems I'm the only one who fell, both emotionally and in this situation. I thought he...," my thoughts trailed off, overwhelmed by fresh tears streaming down my face for the first time in ages.