Chapter 11 - Clara Interrogated At The Local Police Precinct Headquarters
Under the harsh fluorescent lights of the county interrogation room, Clara sat handcuffed to a stainless steel bolted table.
Detective Marcus Vance slid a recording device across the metal surface, clicking the record button with a sharp click.
“Let’s start from the beginning, Mrs. Reynolds. Whose idea was it to construct the hidden room behind the kitchen?” Vance asked.
Clara stared down at her hands, her voice barely a whisper as she answered the detective’s relentless questioning.
“My grandfather built it decades ago... he said every family needs a place to keep their deepest, darkest secrets hidden away,” Clara said.
“And when the twins were born, you decided to treat your own daughter like a prisoner of war to save money?” Vance pressed coldly.
“I didn't have a choice! Medical insurance dropped us after Lily’s birth complications,” Clara snapped, her voice rising defensively.
“You had choices, Clara. Instead, you chose to torture an innocent child while playing happy homemaker to your husband,” Vance stated.
“Ryan was working two jobs, he never would have understood... he loved normal things, normal life,” Clara cried hysterically.
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The tape rolled on, capturing every wretched justification as the full scale of Clara’s psychological collapse was laid bare for the record.
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