It was his fault. No sense in pretending he hadn’t lied and tricked and messed up.
No apology would ever erase the adultery, the stealing, the using of people.
All he could do, was run.
And he ran.
Yeah, he was a coward. Sure. He was a coward, a liar, and adulterer, list it all, he’d accept it.
But being a coward, Errol was not going to stick around for punishment.
So, he left work with his smile and paycheck in his pocket, and stopped at the room his pal Rudy had let him kotch, took his things and was gone.