Isabelle's POV

My stomach was still churning when I stopped in front of the low, gray building of the pretrial detention center. I'd sent my sister there, and I couldn't stop myself from feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. Finally, I'd brought Karen down the way she deserved.

Before seeing her, I was searched. My purse, documents, and phone were all handed over, all recorded. One officer checked my name against a clipboard while another explained the rules in a monotone voice: no physic