Chapter 100 Between Two Worlds

Katelyn’s POV The interrogation room smelled like old coffee and damp paper. I sat in a stiff chair, my back straight, trying to stay calm as the investigator across from me flipped through pages. They kept me there for hours. Same questions, worded differently. Over and over. “Did you pay witnesses?” “Why was the live segment scheduled so suddenly?” “Was there financial incentive?” I answered them all with the same level of patience I used in journalism. “No, I didn’t pay anyone. Yes, the story was scheduled quickly because the evidence became time-sensitive. No, I never offered compensation to Brian or anyone connected to him.” By the time they finally released me, I was exhausted. I walked out of that building with a pounding headache, my phone full of missed messages, and the bitter realization that the moment I’d spent weeks preparing for had already slipped away. The broadcast had ended early. The footage was being reviewed. The public support was scattered. All I could do was re