Chapter 100:

Kira’s POV:

The police station smelled faintly of disinfectant and old paper, a mix that turned my stomach even before the officer began to speak. I sat stiffly on the cold plastic chair, my palms clammy against my thighs as I tried to process the words coming out of his mouth.

"Mrs. Sinclair," he said calmly, folding his hands over a thin stack of papers. "This appears to be the fourth incident i