Murdered, but My Cop Mom Thought I Ran Away
When my eyes were gouged out, my mother was shopping with my cousin.
When I was forced to drink a bottle of acid and died in agony, she snapped impatiently, “Kara, can’t you be as well-behaved as Wendy? If you’re just going to run away, then don’t bother calling me!”
However, when she saw the crime scene, she rushed outside and threw up.
As a criminal psychologist specially hired by the River City police, how could she feel sick at the sight of her own daughter’s body?