Ryder’s touch was comforting; more comforting than her Mother’s had ever been. Aspyn had begun to believe that there was no one who cared enough to be kind and gentle to her. She didn’t care if there was only one person, as long as that one person was her Uncle.
As Ryder whispered in her ear, hazy green eyes turned to glance in the same direction and she nodded silently. Aspyn wondered if they were being watched, or worse, recorded. As much as she mistrusted the police, there was something about the people here that gave her the impression that they stood by their word. Didn’t mean she wanted to be friends or anything. Aspyn Stark had a lot of shitty history with the Police. The teen followed her Uncle silently; watched as he spoke to another older male who threw her looks every now and then and then handed over a folder to Ryder. There was a handshake before the youth and the older male were able to leave.
The sun was blinding and Aspyn raised a hand to shield her eyes. There was a sense of relief that she was outside, but she doubted she would feel any true relaxation until they were far away from this stupid building. Glancing over at her Uncle, she asked, “Is it really as bad as they say it is, Uncle Ryder? There’s so much propaganda that they shove down our throats, it’s hard to know what to believe.” Her eyes glanced around, and Aspyn thought to herself that it didn’t look like a war zone. “They say No Man’s Land is lawless too and apparently that isn’t true.”