Chapter 129

• Finding out who he was
• Hardin's POV
• I paced around my room slowly, with a glass of whiskey in my hand, as I could not get my mind off Freda. I heaved a sigh as I stopped at the center of the room, heaving a sigh as I thought about what to do. My heart skipped a beat as I could only imagine what she was going through at that moment. “Freda, where are you?” I said as I looked up to the ceiling, heaving a great sigh as my mind was not settled at all. I walked slowly back to my bed, sitting on the edge of the bed.