The place was pure chaos, transformed into a living nightmare. A murder investigation was in full swing. My heart pounded as I struggled to process the unthinkable: Connor was dead. How could this have happened? When? Sure, Connor could be insufferable, but he was still the man I had been dating for years. Now, he was gone, and I was left standing among the stunned crowd, desperate for answers.
Before I could gather my thoughts, two police officers approached me with a purposeful stride.
“Ms. Patterson, we need to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind,” one of them said, their tone polite but firm.
“I didn’t kill Connor,” I blurted out immediately, the words escaping before I could even think.
As if on cue, Paul appeared beside me, his presence steadying my nerves. “Is there a pro
