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I didn’t think they would actually take me to a cell until they did. It was a bare room with a metallic bunk bed and thin mattresses. Thankfully, it was clean and I would be the only occupant for a while. I imagined this was fancy compared to what a Ugandan cell would look like so I tried not to feel too bad. But, I was seething. How could we have been caught if someone didn’t tip the police off?  Was my happy bride act not sufficient enough to fool the world as I had hoped? No. Someone had definitely alerted the law enforcers.

I wondered who would do something like that to me as only a few people knew about this arrangement. Could it have been the magistrate, clerk? Had they suspected something was up? At this point there were so many thoughts running in my mind I was about to develop a headache. 

Where was my aunt? I wasn’t surprised she had left me all alone. That woman was capable of letting me spend the night in jail while