NYPD HEADQUARTERS — INTERROGATION ROOM — NIGHTSophia sat in the cold interrogation room, her hands cuffed to the metal table. Her expensive designer clothes were wrinkled and stained. Her makeup was completely ruined, mascara running down her cheeks in black streaks. She looked nothing like the polished socialite who had once hosted glamorous parties and live streams.Detective Miller sat across from her, his face grim. Detective Reyes stood by the door, her arms crossed.Through the two-way mirror, Damien Blackwood and Sophia's father, Mr Langston , watched in stunned silence.Damien's face was pale, his jaw tight.He had rushed to the station the moment he heard about Sophia's arrest, but seeing her like this broken, sobbing, handcuffed was something he hadn't been prepared for.Mr Langston stood beside him, his hands shaking. He was an older man, distinguished and wealthy, but right now he looked shattered. His only daughter was being charged with murder."This can't be happe
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