The police officers moved quickly, their expressions a blend of concern and determination. I could see them piecing together the fragments of our shattered lives, trying to understand the chain of events that led to this unimaginable scene.

“Ma’am,” one of them said gently, trying to meet my eyes. “We need you to come with us, to answer some questions.” I nodded, though my mind was miles away, trapped somewhere between disbelief and despair.

As the flashing lights of the ambulance faded into the distance, I found myself in the stark interrogation room of the police station. The walls seemed to close in around me, sterile and unforgiving, as I recounted every detail I could remember.