Chapter 21. A Clash of Wills

Linda’s POV

As I sat in the back of the police car, I couldn’t help ut question my decision. The reality of the situation hit me, and doubts crept into my mind. Was turning myself in the right choice? 

Would I be able to prove my innocence from behind bars?

The ride to the police station was silent, broken only by the occasional radio chatter from the officers up front. 

I took deep breaths, attempting to steady my nerves and clear my thoughts. The gravity of the accusations against me began to sink in, and my mind felt very heavy. 

Upon arriving at the police station, I was led through a series of cold, dimly lit hallways. The familiar sounds of slamming cell doors and distant conversations created an atmosphere of tension. 

As they processed me, the officer maintained a professional demeanor, but their suspicion was palpable. 

In the interrogation room, a detective with a stern expression awaited me. I did not know