*Michael*
With the sun low in the sky, I made my way up to the looming structure that housed the FBI's New York field office. Each step felt like an eternity. My mind was weighed down with thoughts of Shelby and her delicate predicament. Fear and uncertainty gnawed at my stomach as I pulled open the heavy doors and stepped inside.
I didn't have time for this nonsense. I thought we'd moved past this. Instead of focusing on Shelby and our babies, I was back to talking to the FBI about something entirely unrelated.
I gritted my teeth as I stepped into the sterile, fluorescent-lit lobby. The faint scent of disinfectant filled my nostrils, and I suppressed a shudder. I hated places like this.
Even though my mind was preoccupied with my own life, I couldn't let that show. I needed to appear calm and collected if I wanted to get through this quickly. I took a deep breath as I approached the desk to let them know I had arrived.