Letting out a scoff, Harper looks around the room and doesn't know what to do with himself. He is in utter and complete shock.

"You actually told them that?" he asks Trisha. I would've expected him to be furious, but his voice alone proves that he's deeply hurt.

"I'm sorry," she whispers with her shoulders bouncing at each sob. "I didn't know what to do. It was a mistake."

"Too fucking right it was," he finally snaps before looking to us. "I didn't rob a bank. I mean, come on. A bank?"

"Then you'll have no problem telling us where you were that morning," Trevor challenges.

Harper runs his hands through the little hair on his head. "This can't be real. All this because I went out that morning?"

"If you can give us the information of where you were, we'll be on our way. It's not just you that we're questioning, it's a number of people who fit the description of the man we're currently searching for," I explain.

"Well it's not me!"

"Then tell us where you were," Trevor demands in a calm tone but deep voice.

Panic evidently starts to course its way through Harper's face. "It's none of your business."

"I think we should take this down to the station now," Trevor says as he makes his way to the front door while beginning to make a call.

"It wasn't me!" he shouts desperately.

"Look, this is very serious, okay?" I say softly. "If we take this down to the station, it will just be you and one of our officers. If it's something private that you don't want anyone to hear about, then you can just speak to the one officer and no one has to know anything. What you do in your spare time is up to you, but we do need to find this man and you've been brought up as a potential suspect. It won't take long. You can clear your name and then leave, it's that simple."

"But I didn't do anything!"

"Good. Then you won't have a problem coming with us and explaining where you were."

Harper begins to breathe frantically.

"Harper, where were you? What aren't you telling them?" Trisha stands from her seat and asks.

"I can't believe you'd do this to me," he whispers.

"Just tell them! Tell me! Please," she begs.

Tears pool his eyes and he can't even stand to look at her. Instead, he presses his head against the wall and slowly shakes it. "You'll hate me."

"Why would I ever hate you?"

He takes a deep breathe and quietly sobs into the wall. "I'm sorry, Trish."

"Why? What?" she asks harshly.

"I was with Kelly."

The room goes silent. I watch with a confused expression, not understanding who that is or why he'd be with her. By the look on Trisha's face, it can't be good. She stumbles back and lifts her shaky hand over her mouth before she inhales a long breath and suddenly breaks down crying. As she struggles to breathe, she holds her stomach, like she's in the worst pain imaginable.

"Why were you with Kelly?" Trisha asks in the most pain-filled voice I've ever witnessed.

Trevor enters the room and widens his eyes at the scene.

"Tell me!" she screams.

Harper's shoulders bounce as he begins to sniffle. "I...I've been seeing her."

"For how long?"

When he doesn't reply, she repeats the question in a more forceful tone.

"A couple months," he admits, still facing the wall.

"What's her name? I'll need to contact her to confirm this," Trevor says.

"Kelly Osborne," Trisha replies in an angry voice while tears drop down her cheeks. "His ex. The one he swears he hates." She takes a few steps closer until she's right behind him and pointing in his face with each word she speaks. "And to think I fucking felt sorry for you. I cried for you! For a cheating twat!"

"Trish, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I want you—I need you. I'll break it up with her. I swear it'll never happen again. I swear," he promises before falling to the floor and staring up at her with panicked eyes. "Please just stay. We we're struggling, I was stressed, I just needed-"

Trisha rolls her head back with laughter. "You think I want to hear any of your pathetic excuses? There is no excuse for that. You don't hurt someone you love, so clearly you don't fucking love me." She pauses and gives him a deadly stare. "I want you out."

"No-"

"Get out of my flat. Now."

He shakes his head while sobbing frantically. "Please."

"I hope your mum lets you back in her house after this. She said your dad was a cheat as well. She hates cheats just as much as I do," she hisses. "Get out. I never want to see you again."

"You heard the lady," Trevor says. "This is your flat?" he asks Trisha.

She nods. "Not his. He lived with his mum before he got with me. I allowed him to move in two years ago. But it's mine."

"If she's telling you to leave, you have to go," Trevor tells him.

"Please, Trish," Harper begs in a broken voice.

She smirks even though she's hurting. "Don't ever speak my name again."

Harper stumbles onto his feet and carries himself out the flat in a distraught way.

"I'm sorry about that, sweetheart," Trevor apologises. "Do you want to have a sit down? I'll make you a tea and we can have a chat?"

Trisha shakes her head and finally allows her sadness to take over. "No. Please just leave. I need to be alone."

"Of course. Again, I'm so sorry."

I follow Trevor and give her a sympathetic smile. "Hey, Trish?"

She looks at me.

"No matter what he says, don't take him back. You deserve better," I whisper.

For the first time since she broke down, she smiles and nods her head, taking note of my advice that I hope she follows.

Trevor and I are in the lift when we start to discuss the next steps.

"We'll get in contact with Kelly; make sure his alibi matches up," Trevor explains.

"Hopefully it does, otherwise we've just let him walk free."

"There was no evidence to arrest him anyway," he says before sighing. "That poor girl. What a crappy way to find out your boyfriend's cheating on you."

"At least she knows now rather than later. He would've continued to do it. It's not fair on her."

Trevor nods in agreement. The lift pings and the doors open, allowing us to walk out. We're stopped, however, by Harper. Who stands shaking in our path with bloodshot eyes and an open mouth.

"You've taken everything from me," he whispers.

"Trevor," I mutter when I notice the silver shimmer in Harper's hand. "He's got a knife."

I'm glad Octavia isn't here today. I know that if she were, she wouldn't have cared about that matter. She would've made jokes and wouldn't have had the patience with him. She would say something like: "You did this to yourself, don't blame us for your own mistakes." She would have no fear to the danger ahead. She would continue to say it how it is.

"You don't want to use that, buddy," Trevor advises him as he moves his body in front of mine; protecting me. I want to stand in front of him instead to shield him, but he refuses to let me.

"I've lost everything," he says again.

"It might feel like that now, but you haven't. Believe me. What about your mum? Or Kelly?"

Harper shakes his head, causing his tears to drop to the floor. He has no emotion on his face except exhaustion and shock. "My mum will hate me after this. She always said I'd take after my father. Kelly only wanted me for one thing. She doesn't want me back."

"You made a mistake. You can try again."

"No. I can't. Trisha was my everything. I lost her. Lost everything."

"Why have you got that?" Trevor points to the knife. "What are you going to use it for?"

Harper follows his gaze and looks down at the knife. "I don't know yet. I haven't decided."

"How about you let me take it from you then, yeah? Let's talk about this somewhere else."

"Down at the station? I didn't do anything," he says plainly.

"I know, but we just want to make sure you're safe."

Harper slowly lifts his arm and points the knife out towards Trevor's chest. "No you don't."

"We do. We wouldn't be trying to help you if we didn't."

"You only care about yourselves. You're lying. As soon as I give you this, you'll just lock me up."

Trevor holds out his hands. "I'll prove you wrong if you give me it. You can trust me."

"Trust? What does that even mean? It's not real."

"It is," I assure Harper as I reveal myself. "I have to trust this man everyday. And I'll tell you what, this man sticks to his word. Every time. If you can trust anyone, it's him."

Trevor tries to discreetly hide me behind his body again, but I don't let him. We're in this together; as a team.

Harper looks between me and Trevor, thinking to himself and working out what to do next. Within a second, he drops the knife to the floor and falls with it to his knees, staring blankly ahead with tears falling.

Trevor drags the knife towards him with his foot and picks it up. We both let out a breath of relief before we sit on the floor with Harper and talk to him while we wait for the ambulance to arrive. We explain the details of the event and then assure Harper that he'll be helped before the vehicle drives away with him in the back.

"I'll check back on him in a few days; make sure he's doing better," Trevor sighs as we watch the vehicle disappear down the road.

"Want me to come with you?"

He shakes his head. "I don't want you near him again."

I recoil my head. "Why?"

His chocolate brown eyes stare down at me, silently thinking before he answers. "Because you're my friend and I care about you."

"Okay, but why does that mean I can't go with you?"

"He held us at knife point, Vanessa. I wouldn't feel comfortable with you being around him, just in case..."

"Just in case what?"

Sighing and giving me a knowing smile, he holds his hands on both my shoulders. "In case you get hurt."

I raise my eyebrows. "I can take care of myself, you know. I'm a big girl, I don't need protecting. There's been loads of moments where I've been in the same situation. Comes with the job."

"Well if I can protect you at least once, it'll help me to feel better about myself. You're very dear to me," he jokes with a humorous grin pulled onto his cheeks.

"Am I now?" I tease.

"Of course you are. May I?" He holds out his arm, waiting for me to link mine with his so he can escort me to my car.

My head rolls back with laughter as I slap his arm away and make my own way to the car. He follows behind, laughing with me as the rain drizzles over us.