"We've reviewed the video and all available surveillance. No signs of editing. The DNA test results are official—there's no chance they were faked."
He paused.
"If the person in the video isn't you, then who is?"
That was the question haunting me. In my previous life, I never found out. I'd died still carrying that confusion.
Now, even with a second chance, I had no more clarity. My mind swirled with half-formed thoughts, but none sharp enough to cut through the fog.
My silence emboldened the crowd again.
"The evidence is there and she's still playing the victim?"
"Lock her up! Maybe jail will finally teach her something."
"She dared to mess with eight men—what's next? A whole army?"
"Someone test her for STDs before she infects the whole city."
"Her poor husband. He'll never live this down. She's ruined his name."
Their scorn wrapped around me like chains. No matter how many times I said it wasn't me, it only made me sound more guilty.
The officer glanced at the growing crowd and sighed, then gestured for his colleagues. "Take her in. We'll handle the rest at the station."
Just like before.