DIEGO POV
"I didn't kill her…"
The words came out broken for what felt like the hundredth time. My hands trembled badly against the cold metal table as sweat gathered beneath my collar. The room suddenly felt too tight, too small, like the walls were slowly crushing the air from my lungs.
Fear was eating me alive.
Not fear of prison. Not fear of handcuffs or courtrooms or sentences measured in decades.
Fear of murder. Because no matter how terrible I had been, no matter how many ways I had destroyed everything around me, I had never killed anyone before.
The officer sitting across from me leaned back slightly, his eyes hard and flat like stone.
"Why did you kill her?"
Again. Same question. Same glare. Same wall of disbelief staring back at me.
"I didn't," I repeated weakly.
"Liar
