The cops were doing their job, but answering their questions while I laid in a hospital bed was the last thing I wanted to do. I wasn't overly cooperative, but surely they understood. I'd just pulled someone I cared about out of a cold river and lost her on that bank-someone I loved. I'd born witness to Sera ending her life. I'd felt the blackness of that river; the cold was etched into my brain. I would never unsee her blue body, the way death had greyed her beautiful skin, dimmed her bright green irises. Her bloated body and bulging eyes would forever haunt me the way Sylvie did.
"We just need to ask you a few more questions before we go."
"Does it really matter if this takes place tonight or tomorrow when they let me out of here?" I couldn't help but lash out. "She's dead. She's not
