Retribution

Meghan sat in the cramped interrogation room, her body weary from hours of relentless questioning. The atmosphere was suffocating, filled with the weight of her own guilt and the knowledge that her actions had caused irreparable harm. The detectives surrounding her were unrelenting, their piercing gazes and probing questions chipping away at her defenses. As the hours stretched on, Meghan's resolve began to crumble under the pressure. The weight of her crimes bore down on her conscience, and she knew that the only way to find even a semblance of redemption was to come clean, to confess the truth and accept the consequences that awaited her. A bead of sweat trickled down Meghan's forehead as she took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. The room was silent, the air thick with anticipation, as she finally spoke the words that had been festering inside her. "I did it," Meghan's voice wavered, her words a mix of resignation and remorse. "I worked with Damon to ruin Scarlett