•AURORA’S POV•

My hands trembled where they lay on the cold metal table in the interrogating room, I glanced at the police officers seated across from me, their eyes sharp looking at me as if reading me. The room was suffocating, pressing down on me with each passing second.

“Mrs Rocco have some water.” My lawyer Francisca said passing me a glass of water. Matteo had made sure to call the family’s consigliere immediately I was moved to the station.

Detective Harris, tall and lean with eyes like hawks, cleared his throat and leaned forward. His partner, Officer Vega, a wiry man with a hard face, adjusted the notepad in...