Are You Sure?

Sheila sat on the edge of the bed, the notebook open in front of her with the pen in hand, but the words wouldn't flow.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, fragmented memories, and doubts that wouldn't disappear.

The image of Benjamin kept appearing in her mind, but every time she tried to grasp a clear memory, it vanished like smoke.

With a deep sigh, she tried to clear her mind. She stood up and walked to the window, pulling the curtains open with a tug.

The evening light illuminated the room, but... that doubt was still in her mind.

How did she change clothes?

The first time she got drunk at the hotel, she woke up in the same clothes she went drinking in, but this time...

Breathing slowly... she made a decision.

She had to call Benjamin right now to find out what had happened!

"Benjamin... why aren't you answering?" Sheila whispered softly, feeling a pang of frustration.