I told him right away. My chest tightened as I spoke back.
“We found him,” he said without any introduction. “Daniel tried to cross the border last night. Border Patrol identified the vehicle after a national alert was issued.”
I felt relief, but only for a moment. “What will happen to him now?”
“He will be taken into custody for questioning first, and then he will probably be charged. But before that happens, he has made a statement that we believe should be heard.”
Part of me didn’t want to listen, but another part of me—the part of me that had lived with unexplained pain for six years—wanted the truth. They asked if I could go to the police station. When I arrived, they played a recording of Daniel speaking in a tired, resigned voice.
“I didn’t want to kill him,” he said. “I just wanted the money. I thought… I thought he would get better. The kids would get better. I don’t think he really wanted to…”
He paused and took a deep breath.
“She cried nonstop,” Daniel continued. “And Emma blamed herself for everything. I thought if we had money, we could start over. She could move on. I didn’t want to hurt her.
The chair beneath me was icy cold. His excuses were empty. His logic made no sense. But one thing was undeniable: he admitted it.
The investigators stopped the recording. “We will present this as evidence,” Monroe said. “We will keep you updated on the progress of the case.”
I nodded.
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