Karen’s face started to twist, her confidence waning. She peered helplessly at the officers, hoping for some kind of validation. 'This can't be right,' she muttered, a hint of desperation seeping into her voice. The once-commanding presence now appeared frail. Her exaggerated sense of control was visibly crumbling, piece by piece. Meanwhile, dad stood by quietly, his composed demeanor unwavering as the scene unfolded. Karen’s unyielding arrogance was finally meeting reality.