DAMIEN
The tension between Nicho and me was something I badly wanted to ignore and focus on more pressing matters, but as I stepped into the car. I couldn’t.
I was constantly reminded of how Nicho acted like he didn’t see me. But it wasn’t his fault. I didn’t acknowledge his presence, either.
I hated the fact that I was letting this feeling take over my mind. I was meant to be focused on important things, not Nicho.
I sighed heavily, trying my best to push that thought away, focusing my attention on the road.
A couple of minutes later, the car pulled up at the police station.
The station was busy when I walked in, with officers moving about purposefully. I went to the front desk where a dark-haired woman was seated.
“Good morning. Is Chief Officer Charles around?” I asked.
“Yeah,”
