I looked at the steel handcuffs biting into Daniel’s wrists, the metal gleaming under the harsh, flickering fluorescent lights of the hospital.The detective’s words, premeditated murder, echoed in my mind, over and over, like a bell tolling for a funeral."That's a lie," I whispered, but my voice was so weak it barely carried across the bed.The detective didn't even look at me. He was busy reading Daniel his rights, a robotic, droning recitation that felt like a final nail being driven into a coffin. Daniel didn't struggle. He didn't shout. He stood there with his shoulders squared, his face a mask of cold, unyielding stone.But his eyes were fixed on mine, and in them, I saw a flicker of something I couldn't name. Was it guilt? Or was it the look of a man who had finally run out of moves?"Look at the files, Miss Riley," the detective said, gesturing to the folder he had tossed onto my lap. "Don't take my word for it. Read the paper trail."With trembling fingers, I opened the fold
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