7
Enter into the police station makes me always nervous. Thinking that I was getting there because at that time I was working with them made me feel as if my body was detached from my mind. I felt weird and I did not understand if it was a good feeling or not.
My childhood dreams were like crashing waves on the rocks of my mind, like fading memories but always present. It seemed like a lifetime since I told my mother that one day I would become a policeman.
I was ripped from my memories from Ryan's voice.
«Good morning.»
I looked at him seriously, waiting to return the greeting. When he approached, however, I turned him a cheerful smile.
«Good morning, Ryan. Busy night?»
«Why?»
I laughed.
«Your neck is full of hickeys. And it is by one of my Shadows ...» I said, laughing and teasi
