AMELIA’S P.O.V
Clara drove me to the front of a really large building. It had glass walls but I couldn’t see the inside and she explained to me that they were one way mirrors. There was a scary looking guard in front of the doors screening people who went in and my skin prickled at the thought of having to even speak to him.
During the drive, she had explained the basic breakdown of the things I would have to do. She said I would have to meet a woman at the desk who would just ask for my details and issue me a new identity card. She would have to ask some invasive questions about my family but for my safety and comfort, they had called her in advance so I could have the interview in a quiet place without people eavesdropping.
“Unfortunately, I can’t go in with you,” Clara said and I shot her a wide eyed look.