A nurse came in and bandaged my head wound, and before long, the police arrived.
I didn’t say a word as I got into the police car, riding silently to the station with Josh.
In the stark, dimly lit interrogation room, the air was thick with tension. I sat across from the officer. Breaking the silence, I spoke up first.
"I want to report Amy for premeditated murder."
The officers looked confused. They thought they were dealing with a simple fight between two women, but now it was turning into something much darker.
I took a deep breath, I was determined to stay composed even though I felt nervous inside. The room was quiet, except for the faint buzzing of the fluorescent lights. I spoke calmly and clearly. "Amy knew I’m severely allergic to mangoes. Shelooked into my medical history, there’s evidence in her email. Today, she deliberately put mango in the dish."
"This is premeditated murder." I said it with absolute certainty.
Josh finally realized something wasn’t right and slowly stood up, his movement careful.
"Don’t even think about warning anyone, Josh," I said, my voice cold and unforgiving.
Josh froze, unable to make a move. There was no way I was going to let him ruin everything by tipping off Steve.
"Ms. Claire, can you give us Amy’s email address?" the officer asked.
"Josh, write it down," I said, handing him a pen and paper, my voice steady despite the growing tension in the room.
Reluctantly, Josh scribbled down Amy’s email.
The police station’s cyber team got to work quickly, and gathering the evidence didn’t take long. In Amy’s inbox, they found an email about me, dated a week ago. It had been read, and the browsing history showed she’d spent two hours reviewing it.
After the interrogation, I, as the victim, was free to go.
Josh offered to drive me home, but I declined, I wanted some time alone to think things through.
“I’ll be fine,” I said, forcing a smile. ‘I need to clear my head.”
‘Alright Miss Claire” he said as I got into my car.
I started to drive, my mind was racing, and the weight of my day began to sink in. Somewhere along the way, I lost track of my thoughts and ended up at the back door of my parents’ house instead of my apartment.
Nobody really uses this door. I hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts.