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Dotan...

Hayford cursed for the nth time that evening, recalling what happened some few hours ago. What had he done? How could he?

Running his fingers through his tousled hair, he paced in his room in frustration. Damn him! He should have just left her house when it became unbearable. Now he had done something undoable. Something that can never be undone.

How would he explain his actions? How would she see him now? Sh*t! He fvcked up!

Hayford checked the time again, losing count of how many times he had checked. It was 11:35pm. Very late in the night. But he was still wide awake. And sleep was very far from his eyes. What happened between him and Elaine earlier that evening was still fresh in his mind.

He wondered how she was feeling right now. He surely had broken her trust at these last minutes of his stay in Dotan, something he never wished to happen.