After the eventful day passed, Elara lay down in her bed, looking at the ceiling, her mind buzzing with everything happening, but mainly with the news.
Busy with her thoughts, Elara swung her legs in the air, stopping when she heard some shuffling outside her room, followed by a knock on the door.
"Come in," she said.
George walked inside the room, his gaze flickering at the stuff that was scattered everywhere before it settled on her.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
Elara continued swinging her legs, shrugging like nothing in the world was worrying her, as if she wasn't racking her mind for what she should do next to hasten the investigation.
After all, she didn't want to involve herself or interfere with the police's way of working, thus turning herself into a suspect.
"I know everything has been so hard for you. It's like the world is crashing and has it out for you." George sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing the crease on the bedsheet with his palm.
