Inside the quiet room of the inn, Rowena paced back and forth, her footsteps soft yet restless against the wooden floor.
She stopped near the window and stared out into the night, her gaze fixed on the distant silhouette of the Federation Police building.
It's cold stone walls rose like a silent judge against the dim glow of street lanterns.
Her fingers curled tightly around the windowsill.
'I hope she's alright,' she thought, biting gently at the edge of her lower lip.
The longer Minerva stayed away, the heavier the unease in Rowena's chest became.
She exhaled slowly, frustration turning inward.
'I should have followed her into her office.'
The thought gnawed at her relentlessly.
She had known Minerva well enough to predict what would happen. Once her best friend heard something that challenged her sense of justice, she would never let it go, not without confirming it herself.
Rowena pressed her forehead lightly against the cool wooden wall.
