Basically, the worst possible moment for police to show up at your door

You know that moment.

It’s the finally moment.

The moment when peace finally descends, so literally you hear it in the soft breath of the tiny Shabbos candles.

The moment when your brain shifts into that serene place, between your freshly made-up face and your tired palms, palms that had just finished frantically trimming 70 nails, curling three sets of peyos, and serving and cleaning toameha. The place where it’s just you and Hashem, the moment when you get to whisper your most personal tefillos.

The moment you live for all week.

Basically, the worst possible moment for police to show up at your door.

It starts with the doorbell ringing, followed by sharp, insistent knocking. Your daughter sees them from the front door camera and shrieks, “Police!”

The police are at the door.

Why are the police at the door?