We Killed Them All, but Only One of Us Had to Pay

Thirteen murder cases had rocked the city, leaving everyone on edge.

The day I went out to buy groceries, my husband became the fourteenth victim.

He was stabbed ninety-nine times, mutilated beyond recognition.

When I rushed downstairs, my mother-in-law had just jumped from the thirtieth floor.

Her blood and brain matter splattered directly onto my face.

I cried so hard that I fainted several times.

Yet, the lead detective of the criminal police unit walked up to me and stated with certainty.

"You're the murderer!"