C137 PLEASE LET THIS BE OUR SECOND CHANCE

Elena's head pounded as she fumbled with her keys at the front door. Her dress from last night was wrinkled, her makeup smeared, and she could still taste the regret on her lips.

The metallic taste of too much alcohol mixed with the bitter flavor of poor decisions made her stomach churn as she tried to steady her shaking hands.

"Please let everyone still be asleep," she prayed silently