Maya's POV
The handcuffs dig into my wrists.
"I didn't kill anyone!" I shout as the officer pushes me toward the police car. "I'm pregnant! You can't do this!"
"You have the right to remain silent," the officer says. He doesn't care about my baby. He doesn't care about anything.
Ethan steps forward. "I'm her lawyer. You can't question her without me present."
"You're not a lawyer, Mr. Stone," another officer says. "Step back."
They separate us again. Push me into the back of the police car. The door slams shut, trapping me inside.
Through the window, I see Vanessa. She's still standing across the street, phone in hand. Our eyes meet.
She waves at me. Actually waves. Like this is all a game.
The car drives away. I twist around, watching Ethan get smaller and smaller until I can't see him anymore.
At the police station, they take my fingerprints. My photo. They ask me a million questions.
"Did you plan James Walsh's murder with Derek Walsh?"
"No!"
