"Fuck!" He ruffled his hair and hurriedly moved to look for his underwear. Once he found it by the edge of the bed, he paused, staring blankly as memories from the previous night drifted through his mind in fragments, blurry and disjointed. then it was blank. His head pounded, throbbing with the remnants of something strange. Something felt… wrong. Why couldn't he remember anything clearly?
He slipped on his underwear, his heart racing as guilt and confusion mingled. His mind flashed to Myra's accusations, her angry eyes, and his chest tightened with dread.
He made his way to the bathroom and banged on the door. "Myra, please, open up! Let's talk about this!" His voice was tinged with desperation, his fists thudding heavily against the wood.
