Otto pov:
I lay on my bed in my small room at the police barracks, staring up at the ceiling. My mind was consumed by thoughts of Aina, and the incident that happened between us the last time we met.
I felt a heavy sense of guilt weighing down on me, regretting not picking up her calls. I wondered if she was alright and if she was safe.
The memory of that day came rushing back to me, as vivid as the moment it happened.
Now, as I lay alone in my room, I couldn't help but wonder what had become of her. Was she still out there, struggling to survive? Had she found a new job?
I couldn't shake the feeling that I had made a terrible mistake, that I had let fear and doubt control me. Aina had trusted me, and I had failed her.
As I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, I made a promise to myse
