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Maddox POV:

It turned out that I couldn't stop myself from feeling guilty about what happened that night at the brothel. It weighed heavy on my conscience, that I didn't even check to see if Lisa had survived her wounds. And so, I drove there that night once again to see just how well she was doing, and in any case, apologize to her.

It was an odd feeling to me, I had never felt the need to apologize to anyone, even though I was wrong. But Lisa’s innocence made me feel somewhat ashamed for my actions.

I went back to the bar, hoping she had survived the damaged I had inflicted on her that night, and was back to work.

There, I sat at the same table as I was sitting on that day. Also with me was a bouquet of flowers I intended giving to her. The women around it kept staring, as if to see who it was, among them that I had come for.

I called one of them forward with a gesture from my fingers, and she pranced forward, a bit too jovially.

"Hello sir," she said, placing her elbows on the ta