Saige’s [POV]

The questions never stop.

They pepper me with them.

An endless cycle of question and silence. Question and silence.

“We can do this all night, Miss Leo. We have nowhere we need to be.” Detective Bradley leans toward me, the four hours we’ve spent in this room doing nothing to flatten those bouncy blond curls.

Sweat from the ever-increasing circle under his armpit grows, impossible to miss on his pale blue shirt.

“Just one thing,” Detective ...