"I have insomnia, officer. I took strong sleeping pills last night. I didn't hear or smell anything until the commotion woke me up. If you don't believe me, you're welcome to test my blood." She paused, her voice heavy with grief. "My husband… he…" Her voice broke, and she gestured toward Ryan. "This is my youngest, Ryan. He woke me up."
Ryan stepped forward reluctantly, his face ghostly pale, his eyes hollow. His body trembled as if a chilling wind had swept through him. Katrina's gaze turned toward him, her smile thinning.
"Mr. Ryan, I've heard about you," Katrina began, her tone measured. "Perhaps you can tell me why this fire happened? If your wife was unaware, then surely you might have noticed something."
