Shattered hopes

Sherly lay on the bed inside her dimly lit hotel room, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the heavy silence. The walls, adorned with generic art, felt like they were closing in on her, amplifying her solitude. She had spent the earlier part of the day searching for Edward, driven by a mix of concern and curiosity. The hotel concierge had eventually informed her that he had left abruptly. The news was baffling. Edward wasn't the type to leave without a word. "Maybe something urgent came up," she concluded silently, trying to quell the unease brewing within her.