Edwards woke up in a dimly lit room, the weight of guilt weighing heavily on his conscience. The events of the previous night floated back into his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of shame for his actions.
He slowly untangled himself from the woman's embrace, careful not to wake her. He dressed quickly, his movements hurried as he tried to escape the private room he had booked. But not before leaving a note and a bundle of cash on the table for the woman, a small gesture to alleviate his guilt.
As he made his way out of the lounge, the early morning light greeted him, casting a soft glow over the empty streets. Edwards checked his wristwatch, noting the early hour of 4am. The drive back home was quiet and uneventful, the roads devoid of any traffic.
