“Damn, kid,” the officer muttered, his eyes scanning the scene. “Did you kill all these people? Why?”
Another officer whispered something in his ear and his stern gaze returned to me, now tinged with disbelief.
“We know the Collins took you in and loved you like their own. How could you do this to them?"
I straightened slowly, letting out a shaky breath. Despite the pain, I forced a smile onto my lips, a bitter, almost deranged curve.
“Tom and Sarah were good to me,” I began, my voice soft but steady. “They treated me well for eight years. Better than I deserved. Everyone said I was like their second child, even better off than Anne.”
The shattered champagne glass, a symbol of joy, now glinted coldly under the harsh police lights. This was supposed to be a day of celebration, a day filled with laughter and love. Tom and Sarah, with hearts full of generosity, had gifted the newlyweds a beautiful home and a luxurious car. But fate had intervened, turning their happiest day into a tragedy.
The officer took a cautious step closer, his gun trained on me. “So why did you do it?”
My lips twitched into a bitter smile, but I didn’t answer.
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