The police cars' sirens kept blaring, refusing to fade away, and as if that wasn't chilling enough, the house erupted with a loud banging on the front door.
Nathan placed his hands on his waist and with his head facing the ground, he began to restlessly pace around.
"What the hell do they want?!" He growled, gliding his hands through his hair,
Sensing the uneasiness in his body, Victoria moved closer to him, "You don't have to be scared, Nathan," She whispered,
"I'm not scared," Nathan breathed intensely, "I'm just worried," He squeezed his eyes shut as he added,
"The police showed up while I was still at the house… and I think they saw me leaving. I'm just worried that they might misunderstand my intention and think I'm responsible for the death of your sister, which I'm clearly not," He sighed,
