Chapter 170
~ Nathaniel ~
I was restless as police officers moved through Hailey's apartment, documenting everything. Taking photos of the disturbed belongings.
Collecting samples of the blood on the floor — dark, sticky smears that caught the flash of the crime-scene photographer’s camera in sickening bursts.
Examining the plates and cups for fingerprints, the half-eaten sandwich abandoned on the counter, the way the fridge door still hung slightly ajar as if she’d been interrupted mid-reach.
They’d checked her car parked outside — still there, locked, no signs of forced entry or struggle.
Her phone kept ringing every time I called. Just rang and rang before going to voicemail. No answer. No text response. Nothing. Each unanswered ring felt like a fresh stab, twisting deeper.
