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They came for her at seven in the morning. Two detectives. One officer. She kept saying 'there's been a mistake' all the way to the car. Nobody responded. Her roommates watched from the doorway in stunned silence. Zara had her hand over her mouth. Kezia was crying. Ada did not cry. Not yet.