Chapter 92

• Jennifer POV
• I crossed my legs slowly, as I sat in the cold metal chair of the police station’s interview room. The fluorescent light above buzzed faintly. Its cold glare bounced off the whitewashed walls and reflected in the polished surface of the desk between me and the two detectives seated across from me. One of them, a woman with a clipped voice and a too-tight ponytail, folded her hands on the table and gave me that patronizing look I hated.
• “Miss Sinclair,” she began, tone flat, “we’ve reviewed the statement provided by Eloise Sinclair. She claims you assaulted her at the cafe, and that the altercation led to her hospitalization.”