Molly
We get to the station and my stomach twists the moment I see the gate.
It doesn’t look like how it does in movies. No dramatic iron bars or anything. Just dull walls, tired paint, and people moving around like this is a normal day.
Charles handles everything. He walks up to the front desk, introduces himself, calm and composed like always. The officer nods after a short conversation and asks us to wait.
I don’t say anything. I just stand there, arms wrapped around myself, trying not to think too hard.
A few minutes later, another officer comes and asks us to follow him. We walk down a narrow corridor that smells like disinfectant and something stale. My chest feels tight with every step.
We stop in front of a small room with a metal door. The officer opens it and gestures for
