Sophia
I was arranging the rest of the documents and other items in the bag in my hand, preparing to head back to Erick’s office when I heard the shuffling of heavy boots behind me.
I turned slowly and was met with the stern faces of three uniformed men, their eyes locked on me with cold, unreadable intensity.
“Ms. Sophia Walter?” one asked, stepping forward.
I blinked. “Yes?”
“You are under arrest for the attempted murder of Sonya Greystone and the murder of her unborn child.”
Time froze.
The paper slipped from my hands and fluttered to the ground like a fallen leaf. My heart stuttered.
“I’m sorry—what?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
The tallest officer pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say—”
“No,” I said, stepping ba
