His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 211

#Chapter 211: The Situation Room

Edrick

I watched the police officer take Moana into the interrogation room and shut the door in my face before I could even really protest.

“She’ll be fine,” I whispered to myself. But did I really believe that?

What happened to Moana and Ella was extremely traumatic. At least Ella didn’t have to remember what happened at her young age, but Moana… She would never forget it. I had already seen the way that it was affecting her since it happened. During normal conversations, she would go elsewhere. Whenever the events in the warehouse were brought up, her face would darken and her eyes would gloss over, like she was reliving it. I tried to help snap her out of it whenever I noticed it happening, but I was worried that she would freak out in there and I wouldn’t be around to help her. I highly doubted that the police officer would know what to do, or if he would even care. To them, Moana was just a piece of evidence to collect before Ethan could be convicted. That was it.

For a long time, I just paced back and forth outside of the interrogation room in that little hallway. There was no window on the door, and no matter how many times I asked, they wouldn’t let me into the room next door with them to watch through the one-way mirror. I felt completely cut off from Moana, and it made me sick.

Suddenly, one of the female officers came up to me as I was still pacing in front of the door.

“Mr. Morgan,” she said in a light, friendly voice with a plastic smile spread across her lips, “your fiancee will be fine. Why don’t you come with me, and I’ll get you some coffee?”

“No, thanks,” I replied. “I’ll be staying right here.”

The female officer’s face darkened slightly, but her smile didn’t fade. “I’m afraid you can’t stay here,” she said. “We don’t allow people to pace outside of the interrogation rooms, and it’s a narrow hallway. Come with me; we have a nice room where you can wait and relax.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could, the female officer took me by the arm and led me away. She led me down the hallway and into a small waiting room with a couple of vending machines, a few tables and chairs, and a coffee station. It was anything but comfortable in there, but I knew that it would be useless to try to get back to Moana, so I sat down at one of the chairs and put my head in my hands while I waited.

A few minutes later, the female officer slid a cardboard cup of steaming coffee to me from across the table. “Here,” she said. “It’s good coffee. Cream and sugar?”

I shook my head. “Black is fine, thanks,” I muttered. I took a sip of coffee and it burned my tongue, but I didn’t care. At least the motion of raising the cup to my lips and sipping the bitter coffee was something to keep my hands busy.

After a few minutes, however, the still air in the waiting room and the hum of the vending machines only raised my anxieties.

But it wasn’t just that; suddenly, I felt a pang in my chest. My wolf suddenly appeared, and he seemed panicked.

Something was wrong.

I suddenly stood so abruptly that I knocked my chair backwards onto the floor and toppled my coffee cup over, sending coffee spilling across the white lacquered table. I didn’t care about that, though. While the female officer still stood there in shock, I took off out of the room and bolted back down the narrow hallway toward where they were keeping Moana.