*Noland’s POV*

As Lexie and I step into the sterile, fluorescent-lit lobby of the police station, an uneasy tension coils in my chest. She clutches my arm, her fingers trembling ever so slightly. I can feel her fear radiating off her like a feverish heat, and I can't help but be drawn to her vulnerability.

"May I help you?" The officer behind the front desk glances up from his paperwork, his gaze flicking between me and Lexie. My presence seems to ...