Mira

I was pacing my room, still reeling from the chaos of the past twenty-four hours, when my phone dinged with a message on the table.

I walked over and snatched it up. But seeing the notification on the screen I couldn't help but gasp, considering the facts that I hadn’t expected a reply, especially not from this encrypted, untraceable source I had contacted yesterday.

I opened the attachment regardless. Scrolling over the information with bated breath to see it actually contained the data I asked for,

But as I scrolled through the carefully compiled records, my hand started to shake as I read everything.

And it was just like...