The interview room inside the federal field office looked deliberately ordinary, although nothing about the meeting waiting inside it felt ordinary anymore.
A rectangular wooden table occupied the center of the room, four padded chairs surrounded it, and a digital recorder rested beside a pitcher of water beneath bright overhead lights.
The simplicity seemed intentional. There were no distractions. Only questions. Wayne stood beside the observation window reviewing the psychologist's case file while Casey finished calibrating the recording equipment, and Drake remained quietly beside me, his steady presence grounding me before another conversation capable of changing everything I thought I understood about my childhood.
The elderly man waiting inside the room looked nothing like I expec
