Namara's POV:

Pulling into the dimly lit parking lot of the police station, Alexander reached over and squeezed my knee gently. “You ready?” He asked, and I nodded, though my stomach twisted.

Then we stepped out, and walked toward the glass doors to see Officer Daniels already waiting just inside, his broad shoulders filling the entryway. He gave us a curt nod and held the door open.

“Luna Namara, Mr. Voss.” He said, curtsying. “This way.”

He led us down a narrow corridor ...