Cole
“I have officially gone mad,” I muttered aloud as I stood outside the modest brick building that housed Mulder Engineering. After my dreadful meeting with Debrah, I was hopeful that this meeting would be different. The man who had kept tabs on me. The man who had looked for me. Still, I hesitated. Debrah’s empty apologies had done nothing to ease the pain I felt, and I was worried that Kevin might have a similar reaction. After all, I had no idea why he had looked for me. It could have been out of guilt. However, I finally took a deep breath and walked up to the large entrance. Inside, the scent of machine oil and freshly cut metal filled my nostrils. I spotted a few workers who were hard at work, but I carefully approached one of them.
“Yeah? Can I help you?” a middle-aged man ask
