AVA’S POV

That night Nicholas and I agreed on going to the police as early as possible. But at the break of dawn Nicholas got a call from the detective. Immediately we left, all hopes high something positive would come out from the meeting.

The NYPD briefing room was unwelcoming, cold, white walls, shining white lights, the faint sound of the cars moving through the windows.

Nicholas sat beside me at that long oval table, his hand holding mine under the surface. A quiet promise to hold ...