Chapter 6

"This is what happened last night."

In the interrogation room, I wrapped myself in a coat and spoke to the two police officers questioning me.

After hearing my words, the stern-faced older officer, around fifty years old, glared at me with narrowed eyes and suddenly slammed his hand on the table!

"Emily, don't you dare spin tales here. Tell us the truth, how did you and your husband Holt murder these three people?"

My expression remained unchanged, my eyes coldly fixed on him.

"I'm not making up stories. Everything I've said is true."

"Alright then, let me ask you this: do you know this person?"

He picked up a photograph and placed it in front of me.

I glanced up, my pupils suddenly constricting, my whole body trembling as I clenched my fists tightly.

The image of a lovely girl flashed before my eyes.

"Yes, I know her. She's my sister, Delia."

Indeed, with golden hair and an adorable face, it was my sixteen-year-old sister.