"What have you got there?" I ask Jake, inspecting his bags as he walks through the door. He exhales deeply and drops the bags onto the bed, a smile spreading across his face. I watched as he dramatically wiped an invisible line of sweat off his forehead before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll show you in a minute. Are you okay?" He asks, noticing my worried expression. He takes a seat next to me, his smile fading away.

"The police just left," I mumble, fiddling with my hands. Jake sits up straighter at my words and his eyebrows shoot up —

"They did? Did you - "...