Chapter 22 Echoes Of The Night

• Sophie woke up with a sharp headache that throbbed mercilessly. She cradled her head in her hands, slowly opening her eyes, trying to piece together the fragments of the previous night.
• A sense of reality finally dawned on her, as memories flickered into focus: the dim warehouse, Mr. Gerald face in the photograph. Yet the details of what had transpired remained hazy. Then there was the night spent with Scott—a night she couldn’t quite comprehend.
• “Did I really have a one-night stand?” she murmured to herself, the weight of the question heavy in the air as she sat up in bed.