The place is filled with men and women in grey uniforms and they seem to be busy and running up and down. "This way," Lewis leads us to the front desk. There is a tall and handsome man behind the desk, he is pretty occupied, scribbling down notes. He doesn't seem to notice that there are people by the desk who need his attention. It is only when Lewis clears his throat that he stops what he is doing and looks up at us. He apologizes for not seeing us and Lewis asks him not to worry himself. "How may I help you?" He asks, ready to listen.
Lewis shifts his gaze from the police officer to my mother and then to me. It cannot be him who tells the story, he understands that but he is not sure who will say the right things between I and mother.
I glance at mother and it doesn't look like she i
