LIORA
“I don’t know who she is,” I repeated for what felt like the hundredth time, forcing each word out slowly so the officer would finally understand me. “I walked into Dr. Hampson’s office for my appointment, and the next thing I saw was her lying there… in a pool of blood.”
The officer lowered his gaze and scribbled something into the tiny notebook resting on his lap. I stared at the movement of his pen, not bothering to hide my irritation.
Since the moment I had been dragged into this interrogation room, I had said the exact same thing over and over again, yet he kept writing like every sentence coming out of my mouth was some groundbreaking discovery.
I sucked in a slow breath, exhaustion creeping into my bones. My head was beginning to ache from the harsh fluorescent lights han
