Playing detective

Kira's POV

I woke up feeling heavy at heart, I would like to tag it as regret. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten too excited and showed off the document I had gotten from Elizabeth's drawer. Xander ran out of the bar and no one could go after him because Miguel said it wasn't needed, saying he would find his way back.

No one said he wouldn't, I am more worried about him doing something stupid. But Miguel assured that nothing of the sort would happen. After waiting my ass off for about an extra hour, I eventually gave up and went home. Carl had taken Xander's bike to take me home. I practically brooded all through the night, didn't know when sleep got the best of me.

My body ached from turning and twisting for hours. My hands instinctively went to my call log, wishing to put a call through to Xander. But, something told me to hold up for the meantime. I threw the phone on the bed, groaning in frustration.

My day was already on the rocks as it is, waking up in a sour mood doesn't help th