Every trace of color drained from her face.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she whispered.
“They already know,” I said quietly. “The police have everything.”
At that exact moment, the doorbell rang. My mother’s face turned pale with fear.
“Are you expecting someone?” she asked.
I rose from my chair and walked toward the entrance.
“Yes,” I answered. “The final course has arrived.”
I pulled the door open. Detective Daugherty stepped inside with four police officers. Their handcuffs reflected the light from the dining room chandelier.
“Austin Morales and Sheila Morales, you are under arrest in connection with the death of Marcus Green,” Detective Daugherty announced. “Lawrence Morales and Abigail Morales, you are under arrest for conspiracy to conceal evidence and obstruction of justice.”
Sheila immediately began screaming.
“You can’t arrest me! I’m pregnant!”
I met her gaze without emotion.
“I was innocent, and you still let me go to prison,” I said.
