After finishing her conversation with Nabil Lobart, Luna Francis turned to leave the corridor. The police station was crowded and noisy, filled with sharp footsteps, ringing phones, and overlapping voices. As she walked, her gaze drifted across the waiting area without much thought… until it suddenly froze.
A familiar figure stood near the far wall.
For a moment, Luna thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. The lighting was dim, and too many people were moving around. But the tall, slender silhouette, the straight posture, and the cold, distant aura were impossible to mistake.
She slowed her steps. Then she stopped completely. Her heart skipped. She stared harder.
"Silas?" she called out softly, doubt evident in her voice.
The man leaning against the wall lifted his head.
It was him.
