***Zinnia’s POV***
We reached the police station shortly, my heart raging in unsteady rhythms, my fingers tapping impatiently against my lap. We’d only been here for a few minutes, but it felt like hours.
People came and left.
And the disappointed looks on some of their faces didn't help soothe the panic rising in my chest.
I knew Bruno was fine.
He had to be.
But what would I do if he wasn't?
That thought sent a chill down my spine.
Chris pressed my hand tightly, assuring me with one of his signature smiles. I released a shallow breath. Once, twice. Then the tension fled from my insides.
For now.
“Zinnia Maxwell!”
That's me!
My head snapped up immediately. An older-looking officer gestured for us to follow him.
I jumped to my feet and followed him until we got to a small offi
