Emily's POV
Still in the interrogation room both hands held in cuffs, my red hot eyes stared at the one-way mirror in sheer distaste and bitterness. There was no way! No way this could be true, that they found a dead body with my print all over it, and guns with knives. It's a simple set up, not only that there was no way my kids who were just alive and breathing could be dead.
On the table were files of alleged proof of murder, and the images of my kids in a bag and on a stretcher were placed for me to see. My sentence was read to me a while back, but that's not my concern because my kids were alive, they wouldn't let me see them, they were back home! With Henry their dad, it was still early so maybe Henry had carried them home.
