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.

I slowly stretched my arm to the side drawer, bringing it out and taking a stick of cigar out of it. The only thing that was constantly playing in my mind was how Freda was faring and what she was going through. I lit up my cigar and started to smoke. I could not remember the last time I smoked a cigar as Freda was around, as she hated the smell of it. I stood up slowly from the bed to the table, filling my glass with whiskey as I intended to drink, perhaps I would have an idea of where to find her.