Chapter 15 Morning Light

• Edwin's eyes fluttered open, his head pounding with the aftermath of last night's excesses. For a moment, he lay still, trying to piece together his fragmented memories. As consciousness fully returned, panic gripped him. This wasn't his bedroom. The unfamiliar surroundings sent a jolt of fear through him.
• "Not again," he muttered, his heart racing. He'd woken up in a strange room before, but this time felt different. The room was tastefully decorated, with large windows letting in soft morning light. It was a far cry from the seedy hotel room he'd found himself in that unfortunate morning.
• Edwin sat up slowly, his body protesting every movement. He glanced down, surprised to find himself wearing an unfamiliar white T-shirt and sweats. A wave of relief washed over him as he realized he was alone. No mysterious woman, no blood-stained sheets. Just him in an unknown but clearly upscale bedroom.