Chapter 92
“You won’t destroy me with your lies,” I spat. “I don’t know you, and I am not your boss.”
“Tell yourself that,” he sneered, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “But you and I both know… the game has only begun.”
The officers yanked my arms behind my back, cold metal cuffs clamping against my wrists. My stomach lurched. The weight of iron wasn’t just physical, it was a verdict, a sentence and a betrayal.
“No! No, this is wrong!” My voice broke. “Please, you can’t do this. I’m not one of them!”
But my cries dissolved into the thick atmosphere of suspicion. The freed hostages looked at me as though I had stolen their joy, as though I had orchestrated their terror. Even my fellow doctors kept their distance, eyes wide with disbelief.
One of the policemen muttere
