I look up to the glass doors in front of me, reminding me of hospital doors. I'm actually at the police station. It's busy just like hospital with people bustling about and police officers in uniform and suspects in for questioning.
And one of them today, knows something about Healer.
I tuck my hands inside the pockets of my jumper and stroll in like I've been here a thousand times before. Truth is, I have been. I’ve spent a big part of my childhood here, dreamily gazing at the clean cut uniforms and admiring the policemen like they were idols.
Because once upon a time, I did want to be cop.
My eyes wander around the busy place, with no eyes casting even a glance at me. I make my way to the back of the building and observe from there. I recall the face that my father had shown me of
