After everything that had happened, the Morrigans family was no longer as loud or confident as before. The air around them felt thin, like something had been torn open and never properly closed.
The moment Harris appeared, Vivian's composure cracked. She rushed forward, panic written all over her face.
Hill looked just as confused. His brows drew together as he spoke sharply, "There must be some mistake. My daughter has never had any contact with Nolan. Not even once."
Vivian nodded quickly, grasping at that thought. "Exactly. You said it was an accident before. How did it suddenly turn into murder?"
Harris didn't argue. His voice stayed calm, firm, the kind that didn't need to be loud to carry weight.
"We need Ms. Ashbourne to cooperate with the investigation before we can draw conclusions. Ms. Ashbourne, please come with us."
Lincy's face drained of color.
She spun toward Grant, her voice shaking. "Dad, I've been framed! I didn't kill anyone! I don't even know Nolan!"
