The moment I walked into Kyle and Frank's home, I could tell something was off. Frank's scowl was deeper than usual, and the way he glared at me made it clear he still wasn't thrilled about my visit, even after five years. But that was the whole point—I wanted to shake things up, and showing up unannounced with Oliver was just the way to do it. I wasn't about to let Frank intimidate me; I knew he hated my guts for joining the FBI, and the feeling was mutual. But it wasn't his house I came to see—it was my best friend, Kyle.
"Wow, the FBI? You're doing Silence of the Lambs kind of shit!" Kyle praised me as we settled into the living room. His eyes lit up with genuine excitement, and I couldn't help but smile. It felt good to finally share the big news with him.
