Twirling the cord around your fingers, you sat there, staring blankly at the police officer on the opposite side of the bullet proof glass wall.

Kay’s dark brown eyes bore into yours, his voice deep and gravelly as he spoke lowly into the black telephone in his hand.

“Why did you do it…?” He said coldly, his grip on the telephone was tight, suffocating.. you could see the pain and anger in his eyes.