"You think your husband is trying to kill you?"
Detective Jim Harrisson narrows his eyes at me, his intense gaze cutting through the air like a knife. I shift under his scrutiny, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
After being released from the hospital, I waited until the next day when Axel went to work before calling Cassie and giving her the go-ahead to send the detective to our house. I had been eager to speak with him but didn't want Axel to find out.
I take in Detective Harrison's appearance - a middle-aged man with sharp features and a no-nonsense demeanor. When Cassie introduced us, he wasted no time in getting down to business.
"Y-yes, detective," I stammer, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't have any evidence, so I'm not sure."
He gives a small nod and meets my gaze
