Third-person narrative.
The air in the jail smelled stale like it had been trapped in the tight space a long while ago. There was a steady drop of water from the tap in the corner and the pressure between Kylie and Felix was steadily building up. The replayed plop-plop sound made it worse.
They had been put in adjacent cells and the bars were the only thing separating them. It was almost as if they were roommates in a twisted flat.
Felix stared up at the walls, drowning in his thoughts. He felt a mix of emotions swirling within him. On one hand, he hated that it had come to this but at least he wasn't dead. If he hadn't survived the shooting...
He shook his head to dislodge the thought. It would only get darker in here. Now, he could live to see his child grow up.
He felt sorry f
