The color drained from Samuel’s face as he looked at them.

“My wife is in shock and needs medical treatment, not an interrogation from the authorities.”

Detective David Powell looked past Samuel and locked eyes with me.

“Mrs. Sanders, can you hear me clearly?”

I slowly opened my eyes, the effort taking every ounce of strength I had left.

Samuel stepped forward quickly, launching into his best doting-husband performance.

“Sweetheart, please, don’t upset yourself by talking right now.”