Elena's Point Of View

The morning sun stabbed through the thin curtains, piercing my eyelids like daggers. My head throbbed in a relentless rhythm, pounding against my skull as if a war drum had taken residence inside me. I groaned, shifting beneath the tangled sheets, my hair a wild mess sticking to my clammy forehead.

I blinked, disoriented, then gasped sharply. Shit!

The event. Today. I had completely forgotten.

The weight of the day slammed into me like a tidal wave. I was supposed to ...