I awoke the next morning to a brisk knock on the door. Knock. Knock. Knock. I felt exhausted and struggled to remember the events of last night, such as why I was at home instead of at Patch's. I shifted more comfortably, and felt the cold bed beside me. I sat up higher and the memories flooded back. Hank Miller's body was found. Who I shot, and in the process broke my mother's heart and risked being caught out, and consequently my relationship with Patch, and most certainly my mother. Knock. Knock. Confused as to who would be at the door at 7:30 in the morning, knocking as if it was an emergency, I quickly shuffled out of bed and down the hall. Peaking in my mom's room, I saw she was still asleep, so I shut the door all the way and jogged down the stairs to deal with whoever was at the door. What I saw through the spyhole shocked me and I went into panic mode. Two police offers with stern looking faces. Why would they be here? They informed my mother yesterday. Maybe they know it was me. They've come for me. How could I face my mom after what I did? Breathe Nora. I was well aware they heard me jogging down the stairs, so I took a deep breath and called, "I'm coming!" Slightly cheery, as I saw an officer go to raise his hand again. "Just looking for the key." I began shifting things around the small table by the door to back up what I was saying and dangled the keys which made a noise as I unlocked it from the inside. I felt the cold, Winter morning air on my skin and pulled my arms around my torso for warm. Plastering a smile on my face, I greeted the two officers. "Hello, how may I help you?"

"Nora Grey?" The first officer asked me. He was a strict looking man, with grim set features. His stance practically screamed "don't mess with me". I nodded slightly, confusion written all over my face. "I'm Detective Watts, this is my colleague Officer Smith." He pointed to his colleague, a medium-heighted woman, in her twenties with her brown hair pulled back into a tight, low bun underneath her police hat. "May we come in? I have a few questions to ask you. I assume you are aware of the death of your biological father Mr Millar."

"Yes." I responded weakly. I cleared my throat. "You can come through to the kitchen. Could you try to keep the noise down please? My mother's still asleep and I don't want to wake her unless necessary."

"Of course. That's understandable, considering the circumstances." He gave me a knowing look, and I was 100% sure he was going to arrest me for murder right there on the doorstep. After a beat of silence and noticing I still hadn't moved out of the doorway, I mumbled a sorry and pulled it open farther and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

"If you'd excuse me a moment, I'm going to grab a cardigan and turn of the heating." He nodded his permission, and I quickly ran up into my wardrobe and pulled out a navy cardigan and went back downstairs. As I got to the kitchen, I turned the dial for the heating and shut the door to. I didn't want my mom to wake up and walk downstairs to find her daughter being questioned over the murder of her boyfriend in the kitchen. "Can I get you something to drink? Tea, coffee..."

"We're fine." Detective Watts responded for both of them. He seemed strict, no nonsense, and hated that I was wasting valuable time. "Shall we get done to business?" I nodded and he began his enquiry, pen poised by his notepad to write down anything necessary and I took a sit opposite the two officers at the kitchen table. "I've being informed you're in an intimate relationship with Jev Cipriano." He stated rather than asked me. I still felt it necessary to comply with a yes. "Could you tell me of his whereabouts on the 17th October last month?"

"The 17th?" I enquired.

"The night of Mr Millar's murder," he said with a chilling tone.

"That was some time ago, I can't remember exactly." I knew perfectly well. He was with me, trying to cover up this mess I'd managed to land myself in, but I was unwilling to go into detail with that with the force. I knew confusion was written on my face, and I sincerely hoped Detective Watts felt it was due to me not actually knowing of Patch's whereabouts, rather than the fact I was confused as to why the police were after him and not me. After all, it wouldn't take them long to figure out I was there. He must have picked up on my lie, as the next words he spoke was "You're going to have to come down to the station." He knows. He knows I killed Hank. He's going to arrest me. Stay calm Nora.

"Is that necessary?" I asked. "It's just I don't want to leave my mom, she was in a state last night." I felt physically sick that I used my mom as an excuse to get out of this, but it was my only option.

"I'm afraid so, Miss Grey. I need a formal statement. You're not placed under arrest, but if you don't comply, then I will have to." He replied bluntly and rather bored. It was clear this was something he said on a regular basis.

"Of course, let me just grab my coat." He nodded again, and moved out of the kitchen with me to stand by the front door, clearly not trusting my motives. I entered my room, changed out of my boy shorts into jeans, tugged on some trainers and my coat, and tugged my unruly curls into a ponytail. In under a minute I was back downstairs with the officers, when there was another knock on the door. Who could it possibly be know? The detective stepped aside, allowing me entry to open the door. I found Lynn Parnell occupying the doorstep.

"Hello, Nora. I saw the news last night about Hank. I came to offer my support. Anything you need, shopping, cleaning, shoulder to lean on.." She drifted off as she saw who was stood behind me.

"Thanks for stopping by Lynn. I was on my way to the station to help with their enquiry. Would you be able to keep an eye on my mom until I get back? She's still sleeping upstairs."

"Of course. You go." I smiled my thanks and stepped outside and into the Detective's car. It's a 20 minute drive from the farmhouse, in the middle of nowhere, to Coldwater's Police Station, but it seemed to drag on forever. We entered the station and I hung back as the Detective's spoke to the Officer on the desk, before they proceeded to call me into an interviewing room. A middle-aged woman with grey streaks in her hair was sat seated at the desk in the centre of the room, who I assumed was my acting adult as I was still a minor aged 17. I took my allocated seat next to her and Detective Watts started the tape recorded before turning to face me.

"I'm sure you know why we're here." He didn't pause to give me time to reply before we continued. "We know your boyfriend killed Hank Millar, and we know you were involved in withholding this important information from police knowledge. Where's he hiding?"