The penthouse where she had been trapped for three years was now a crime scene. Investigators were everywhere, taking pictures of hidden cameras, collecting evidence, and writing down everything they found about Richard’s plan to kill her.
Sophia sat on the velvet sofa,vthe same sofa where she used to smile for Richard’s business guests and pretend everything was fine. Now she watched strangers in gloves go through her life piece by piece.
“Mrs. Blackwood,” Detective Max said gently, settling into the chair in front of her, “I know this is a lot, but we need to ask you some questions while everything is still fresh in your mind.”
Sophia nodded, though she felt disconnected from her own body, like she was watching this happen to someone else.
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