“Why did you poison your employer? Who instructed you to do it? Who put you up to this? How much were you paid to carry out the job?”
Those were the questions the detectives kept firing at me throughout the interrogation at the police station.
I was physically exhausted and overwhelmingly fatigued because I hadn’t eaten anything all day. My pregnancy only compounded my condition, leaving me with little strength to endure the relentless questioning.
"I don't know anything about him being poisoned," I said through tears.
It wasn't long before my phone began to ring. One of the officers glanced at the screen before handing it to me.
"You can answer it," he said.
It was my mom calling.
"Hi, Sophia. How are you?" she asked. "Is your boss with you? I still need to thank him properly for p
