AXEL
Tension and despair filled the apartment, making the air feel thicker with every passing minute. The windows were open and the cool night air blew into the apartment, but it did nothing to cool the atmosphere.
I wiped the back of my hand over my brow as I watched Kaylee. She sat on the edge of one of the chairs we had brought in from the kitchen. Her hands were clenched into fists on her lap as she answered what seemed to be the same questions for what felt like the hundredth time.
Opposite Kaylee, sat the uniformed police officer, who made notes on a small pad, his face impassive, his voice unrelenting. He couldn’t have been much older than thirty, but the officer carried an air of a tired soul. He was just as pleasant.
“And you’re sure you didn’t hear anything unusual before
