Cole's POV.
The police station smelled like sweat, stale coffee, and bad decisions. The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly, putting everything in a cold, unflattering glare.
Daniel walked beside me, silent but tense. He hadn’t said a word since we got here, but he didn’t need to. He knew I wasn’t here out of guilt, or obligation, or whatever the hell Vanessa thought still existed between us.
I was here to end this.
A uniformed officer led us down a short hallway, the scuffed floor dull under my steps. We turned a corner, and there she was.
Vanessa sat on a hard plastic chair, wrists cuffed in front of her, dark eyes flashing with frustration. She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t pleading. She was pissed.
The moment she saw me, her head snapped up, and her expression twisted. "Took y
