Rebecca’s POV
I smiled back at him. I knew I hadn’t committed the crime. No matter how many blue documents he placed on his table, even if they had a picture of me holding a knife and slicing a throat, I’d know the evidence had been altered, and I was ready to sue.
“You’re smiling?” the detective asked, clearly shocked to see that even in this situation, I was smiling at him.
“I’ll give you one last chance to confess,” he said, his voice firm and threatening. “Or else, I promise you, you’ll rot in jail for the rest of your life.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I replied confidently.
The detective scoffed, shaking his head. “You don’t understand the gravity of the situation you’re in, do you? We have a case built against you. A very strong one.”
I leaned back in my chair, my arms cross
