The hallway seemed to grow narrower as I moved towards the meeting room.
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, casting a sterile glow over everything.
Every step felt heavy, as if the very air resisted my movement.
The military liaisons were already waiting, their expressions unreadable, their presence commanding.
As I entered, the door closed behind me with a soft click.
The room was filled with a tense silence, each breath measured, each word carefully chosen.
“What can you tell us?” one of the liaisons asked, his voice calm but firm.
I hesitated, the weight of my words pressing down on me.
“The child is stable for now,” I began, choosing my words with care.
“But her condition is delicate, and we need to proceed cautiously.”
