The police station was colder than I’d imagined. The sterile, fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the cracked linoleum floor. I could hear the muffled murmurs of officers behind the counter, but none of that drowned out the tension between Dante and me. He sat across from me in the holding area, his expression unreadable, but the fury in his eyes was impossible to miss.
We were both cuffed, sitting on these worn-out metal chairs, waiting for whatever came next. My heart pounded, my mind racing. How had things spiraled so badly? One moment I was fleeing from him and the FBI, the next, we were both arrested. But it wasn’t just the arrest that weighed on me—there was something else. Something I couldn’t shake.
The door to the interrogation room creaked open, and a hi
