The police station was quiet in the early hours of the morning. Outside, the city was beginning to wake, but inside the building, the air was tense and heavy. The lights were harsh. The walls echoed with every step, every whisper.

Maya sat quietly in the small interview room. The walls felt cold and bare, the lights too bright. Her hands were clasped together in her lap, her fingers trembling slightly. 

She had never been in a situation like this before—accused of something so terrible. Her heart felt heavy, and her mind was spinning with questions.

Her hands were still trembling slightly, even though she tried to keep them still...