Chapter 18

• I sat in the interrogation room, my heart beating so loudly that I feared they could hear it through the walls. I knew what was coming but I had prepared myself for it.
• The door opened, and in walked Detective Cavanaugh. He was a tall man with graying sandy hair, piercing blue eyes, and a stern expression. I felt like he could tear me to pieces just by looking at me.
• “State your name,” he ordered, taking the seat across from me.