Emma sat in the police station sweating. PC Mike Swirling sat opposite her and stared at her. He was gonna get the confession if its the last thing he did. Of course Emma had other plans.
"I want a lawyer", Emma replied.
"We don't have any available right now", Mike replied.
"What about Pierrce Harris", Emma replied.
Pc Mike Swirling left and went to get Pierrce. They came back to the room together and Pierre took a seat next to Emma. The confession started.
"It was an accident", Emma replied.
"But there is evidence of you pushing Mr Barton", Mike replied.
"I tried to catch him", Emma replied.
"Not what the video shows", Mike replied.
"May we see this video", Pierrce asked.
Pc Mike opened his laptop and they watched the video of James falling to the ground after Emma pushed him. Pierrce looked up at Mike. He was looking deep into Emma's eyes who looked guilty. She had tried to catch him but she wasn't too sure what had happened when she had pushed James, it was almost like she'd suffered a black out.
"You can see my client tried to catch him", Pirerrce said.
"Murder, manslaughter. It's the same thing", Mike replied.
"Moses needs his grandmother", Emma replied.
"I grew up in care. I did just fine", Mike replied.
"But my client did try and catch him", Pierrce replied.
"But Mr Barton still fel", Mike replied.
Emma knew everything was closing in on her. She thought of her kids when she sat in the chair thinking what would they do without there mum. Then again she'd already walked out on them in the past so they'd probably do quite well without her. She closed her eyes then looked up at Mike.
"I did it. I pushed James Barton off the bridge", Emma replied.
She couldn't believe she had just confessed it. Mike went and put Emma in a cell as Pierrce left. The cell was locked and Emma looked at the four walls around her and began to cry. She wondered who she had become. The old Emma was never like this. She sat in the lighted room alone not knowing whether it was day or night, the toilet was leaking which was gross but deep down Emma knew it was her fault. She laid on her bed thinking about all the good times she had spent with her boys.
