[DAPHNE]
"Miss Daphne, what do you do for a living?"
I kept my voice steady, refusing to let any nervousness show. "I'm a wedding planner."
Detective Jones nodded, jotting something down in his notepad. "Can you recall your movements so far during the holidays?"
I took a small breath before answering. "I arrived here on the 21st, so... I’ve mostly been with my family. Running errands, helping with groceries, and visiting the orphanage on Christmas Day."
He wrote that down, then pulled out a photograph and placed it in front of me.
The face of a man.
I squinted my eyes, my heart pounding as I examined the features, searching desperately for any resemblance to the man I murdered… the man I mistakenly murdered.
But thankfully, it wasn’t him.
No resemblance. A completely different fac
