The officers turned to me, eyes burning with contempt. One stepped forward, his voice dripping with accusation.
“What was your motive? Why did you do this? They were your parents! And your daughter—just a month old! How could you?”
The weight of their questions pressed down on me, but I said nothing.
The drugs had worn off, and a searing pain shot through my body. I collapsed to the floor, curling into myself as cold sweat drenched my skin.
The officer closest to me sneered, kicking me lightly as if testing my reaction.
“Cut the act! Don’t even think about playing games with me. The evidence is airtight. Spill the truth!”
Before I could respond, another officer searching the room found something. He held up a document, his eyes scanning it quickly before freezing in place.
“This man…” he said, his voice faltering. “He has advanced bone cancer.”
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances before one voice broke through, seething with indignation:
"What does advanced bone cancer have to do with it? Not having much time left doesn’t justify killing your parents and daughter!"
Another chimed in, their tone laced with venom: