Namara's POV:

Sitting in the dimly lit interrogation room of the police station, I watched as Sarah, who'd confessed to poisoning my father under duress, fidgeted in her chair, her wrists cuffed to the table. Her eyes darted between me and Officer Ramirez.

Officer Daniels stood by the door, with his arms crossed as Officer Ramirez leaned forward. "Sarah, listen to me. You've given us a lot here, but we need concrete evidence to nail this Damien guy. Do you have any way to prove he ...