Chapter 115

Megan's POV

I stand up, my legs shaking slightly as the officer leads me out of the cell. The cold metal cuffs are slapped back on my wrists, and I am escorted down the gray hallway.

The fluorescent lights overhead flicker, casting a glow on the scene.

We enter a small, windowless room, with a metal table in the center. The detective is already seated, a stack of files in front of him. He gestures for me to sit, his expression unreadable.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.

"I didn't do it," I say, my voice firm but shaking slightly.

The detective raises an eyebrow.

"Let us start with what happened the night of Kayla's murder. You were at the scene, right?" He asked me.

I nod, my mind racing.

"No, I don't know what you are talking about!" I told him.

"I was home through out yesterday!" I said.

He leans forward, his eyes boring into mine.

"We have witnesses that place you at the