Regan's POV

I tried to keep my mind steady, tried to tell myself that the truth would set me free. But doubt kept crawling up my spine.

The door clicked softly, and Detective Carla entered. Brown hair pulled back into a low bun, and her suit was finely tailored to fit her slender frame with all the precision of an editorial for a cop-based drama. That warm, disarming smile was awarded to me once more.

"Regan," she cooed. "Why don't you come out with it?"

I took a slower breath, my chest ...