Chapter 11. Confrontation

Linda's POV

This was a setup. It had to be. 

There I was, sitting in the holding room of the police station, handcuffed to the desk. 

My eyes were drained from all the crying I had done, and my heart was heavier than a truck full of bricks. 

No one was in the room with me and I did not know what was going to happen next. I had cried for a lawyer but no one was taking me seriously. My throat was parched and my stomach needed food. 

I felt so tired; emotionally, mentally, and physically. 

I still could not believe that Mitch was dead, it shook me to the bones. Every time my mind pushed the image of him lying lifeless on the bed, a shudder would run through me and my heart would skip a beat. 

I had begged the officers not to disclose any information out to the public and they had assured me that they were not going to do so. I also pleaded with them that I should be the one to tell the news to my brother and Mitch’