SOPHIA’S POV
“Officers, she’s the one you should be arresting,” I told the Sergeant, my voice sharp.
“Are you Sophia Lanes?” he asked, ignoring my words.
“Yes.”
“Then we’re here to arrest you,” he said without hesitation.
Silas stepped in front of me, his presence blocking their path. “On what charges?”
The Sergeant didn’t flinch. “Attempted murder.”
My ears rang.
“Of who?” Silas demanded.
“Mr. Jace Thorne,” the officer replied flatly.
My knees nearly buckled. “No. That’s insane. I would never—”
“She poisoned him!” Anita’s shrill voice cut through the air as she pushed forward. “Ask the staff! Ask the doctor! She made his drink herself!”
“She’s lying,” I snapped, my chest heaving. “She’s framing me.”
“Ma’am, please remain calm,” the second officer warned, stepping closer with
