The further they walked, the more certain Evan became that whatever waited on the other side would change everything. The officer opened a door and stepped aside. Evan walked in—and stopped dead.
Lara sat at the table, eyes red and wet, shoulders drawn inward. Mira stood beside her like a shield, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. A female officer leaned against the wall, watching Evan with clear suspicion, as though she already knew exactly who he was.