RECLAIMING MY SISTER.
Emma’s POV.
The elevator ride down to the private garage had been completely silent because Nathan was focused on his phone while giving instructions to his main security team, and the drive through the city streets in the large black car felt incredibly long as the rain kept hitting the windshield, but the very second our driver pulled up to the front entrance of the temporary state shelter, I pushed the door open without waiting for anyone to help me and marched straight into the building with Nathan right by my side. The main lobby looked very basic with plain white walls and a few plastic chairs scattered around a small table, and the regional director was already standing there alongside the social worker we had spoken to on the phone, both of them holding a
