So I came home, and the very next day, I got the knock on the door. I opened up the door, the police were there—a lot of them—and they had what looked to me to be like a phone book's length of a search warrant. So what happened in that particular moment was—because I had my third child, who was a couple of months old—that the first thing that came to my mind was "I think these people might actually give me a hiding in front of my kids." That's what I actually thought. 