Lucian’s POV
Bursting into the police station, I frantically searched for help. Sweat poured down my face, and Mark rushed in behind me. A uniformed officer at the front desk was on a call, but I demanded his attention, my fear almost consuming me.
"Please help me. My son is missing," I said.
The officer, a middle-aged man with a mustache and a stern expression, frowned. My frantic energy drew the attention of other officers, who remained professional despite my distress.
"Sir, please lower your voice and take a deep breath," he said. I gasped for air, trying to control my panic, feeling Mark's reassuring hand on my shoulder.
Mark explained that my son was missing and his window was found open.
"Sir, you'll have to fill out a missing person report," they said. "Provide as much detai
