Interrogation Between Mother and Son
Language: en
Five years after I cut ties with my mother, the Chief of Homicide, I live-streamed a murder on the dark web. The very woman who once swore she wouldn't care if I died in a ditch had personally extradited me, locking the heavy steel cuffs around my wrists. In the interrogation room, my mother looked as if she had aged a lifetime overnight. Her hair was shot with gray, and her hands shook so violently she could barely point her finger at me. "Zachary, how did you turn into this?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "A total disregard for human life, three cold-blooded murders, and a live…