The receptionist knew me
Lucas guided me to the receptionist and politely asked for assistance in checking me in. Her eyes widened, a flicker of disbelief crossing her face. “Do you know who she is?” she asked, her voice quivering slightly. Lucas froze, momentarily caught off guard, the weight of the situation dawning on him. It was evident he hadn’t grasped the full significance of his actions until now. The atmosphere behind the desk grew heavy, the silence louder than any words could be. My heart raced as I stood there, anticipation building with every passing second, waiting for Davis to arrive.
The Receptionist Knew Me
My husband arrived
Before Lucas could respond, Davis burst into the room, his expression a volatile mix of concern and fury. “Why did you arrest my wife?” he roared, his voice reverberating through the station and silencing everyone. The tension in the room shifted instantly, thick and palpable. A rookie officer glanced nervously at Davis, his face pale as he fidgeted uncomfortably. I stood frozen, a whirlwind of emotions churning inside me—relief mingled with unease—as I braced myself for Davis to untangle the chaos Lucas had set in motion.
My Husband Arrived
