Ella’s POV
“This is the police. Open up!”
My heart skipped a beat as Maya held on to my hand tightly. “What do we do?” Maya whispered.
My breath hitched, my mind raced. I didn't do anything. Why was the police here? I forced myself to stand on my feet, my swollen belly making my movements slower.
Maya held my hand, trying to stop me. “I’ll handle it. Don’t worry.” I gave her a reassuring smile and walked to the door opening it just enough to see the officers standing outside.
“Isabella Ross,” the taller officer said, his face hard and impassive. “We have a warrant for your arrest in connection with the murder of Brandon Baxter.”
I stared at him in shock. My stomach churned, and my knees nearly gave up, holding my body in place. “You’ve got it wrong,” I tried to say. “I didn’t…”
