As they stepped into the interrogation room where Roseline sat, Ashley couldn't ignore the unease etched across the woman's face.
She scanned Roseline's upper body, visible from behind the desk, her heart pounding at what she might finally reveal. Unlike the last time they'd seen each other, Roseline no longer wore that mask of defiance. There was fear in her eyes now—despite her effort to hide it—and that gave Ashley a fragile glimmer of hope.
Maybe she really wants to confess this time.
Lorenzo's hand slid around her waist, his fingers giving her side a gentle, grounding squeeze.
"Ms. Roseline," Nicolas said, his voice calm but firm. "You asked to see Ms. Flynn. She's here."
Roseline cast a nervous glance at Ashley, then at Lorenzo, before clearing her throat. "I want to speak to her alone."
Lorenzo's body tensed beside Ashley, his xpression hardening.
