The middle-aged woman said harshly, "Who are we? We are the parents of Gladys, whom you killed! You murderer!
You must come with us to the police station today!"
"It wasn't me," I said.
The eyes of many in the hospital turned to focus on me, and whispers began to rise. Oddly, I felt a sense of calm.
"If it weren't you, then who? You are the murderer, and you still won't admit it!"
"Let go!" I shouted.
As the crowd grew larger, Maria rushed over and shielded me.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Kylia has a kind heart and is studying medicine. How could she possibly hurt or kill anyone?"
I tried to remain composed. "I did not kill your daughter. The truth will come out."
"Are you trying to cover up the facts?" The middle-aged woman pulled something out of her bag and hurled it at
