EMMA'S POVI sat on the cold, unyielding metal chair in the stark interrogation room, my fingers nervously intertwined on the table. The harsh fluorescent light above buzzed faintly, casting a pale, unforgiving glow across the room. My gaze shifted to Officer Precious, who sat across from me, her posture composed and intimidating. Her piercing eyes seemed to search for cracks in my resolve, and for a moment, the silence between us felt deafening. Then, finally, she broke it.“So, Miss Martinez, tell me why you wanted to kill Mr. Davis Jason,” she said, her voice calm yet carrying an edge of authority that sent a chill down my spine.Her question hit me like a thunderbolt, leaving me momentarily stunned. My mind raced, struggling to grasp the weight of her words. Kill Davis? The man I loved? The idea was absurd. Slowly, I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes as confusion and hurt fought for dominance. “Why would I want to kill my boyfriend? The man I love so much?” I asked, my voice barel
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