Framed

TRISTIN'S POV

The room fell silent. I could feel Sophie and Eva's shocked gazes on me, but I couldn't look at them. Murder? This had to be some kind of sick joke.

"Detective, that's absurd," Eva said, her voice trembling slightly. "Tristin would never—"

"Calm down, Miss," the detective interrupted. "We take these accusations very seriously, especially when there's evidence to back them up."

"What evidence?" I demanded. "Who would accuse me of something like this?"

The detective pulled out another file and spread the contents on the table. There were several documents, including the wanted poster. My face stared back at me, with bold letters proclaiming me as a wanted man.

"This poster was created illegally," the detective explained. "We're still trying to track down its origin. The report filed against you was anonymous, but it contained detailed information about your movements and alleged connections to the crime."

I shook my head, feeling dizzy. "This is insane. I've never killed a