The ride to the station feels endless, the hum of the engine doing nothing to quiet the storm brewing in my chest. I sit stiffly beside Alex, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, my mind a whirl of fears and unanswered questions. Michael, ever the wildcard, lounges across from us in the seat opposite, his smirk firmly in place.
"Relax," he says, his tone light, as if we aren't on our way to a police station in the middle of the night. "This is just a hiccup."
"A hiccup?" Alex snaps, his blue eyes blazing. "Do you have any idea what you've dragged us into, Michael?"
Michael shrugs lazily. "I didn't drag anyone anywhere. You're the one who decided to play knight in shining armor."
Alex bristles, his fists clenching at his sides. I place a hand on his arm, a silent plea for calm. His gaze flicks to me, and for a moment, the anger in his expression softens.
