Author POV

The doors of the police station burst open with a sharp bang.

Mia walked in like a storm.

Her eyes were red from sleeplessness, her hair pulled back carelessly, her hands trembling—not from fear, but from suppressed rage. Officers turned to look at her as she marched straight toward Nathan’s office.

She didn’t knock.

She pushed the door open.

Nathan looked up from his desk in surprise. “Mia—”

She slammed her hands on his table.

“Why haven’t you told me ...