CAELAN
There was little to no conversation on the way back to my place. After settling the mess that was caused in her apartment, we headed back home.
She was quiet and weary. I had this feeling that she was trying to act brave and controlled in the current situation. She didn’t want me to know how nervous she was, although she failed to conceal it, she wasn’t trying hard.
The interrogation with the police earlier went smoothly and well-ordered. We had provided them with the information needed and the possible suspected person, going back to the details of the previous incident so that they would find a lead.
She was sitting straight, looking so stiff like a pole. She was staring ahead of the road with a frown so deep on her forehead. I, on the other hand, was also chilled to the bone,
