Elena rushed out of her car and sprinted towards her apartment building with a look of sheer panic on her face. Fumbling impatiently, she pressed the button for the private elevator that would take her straight to her penthouse unit.
Every second felt like an eternity as she waited for the elevator to arrive. Her heart raced, and her mind raced even faster, praying she wasn't too late and that her mother hadn't already arrived.
Finally, the elevator doors slid open, and Elena practically lunged inside. She jabbed at the smart lock code with trembling fingers, desperately hoping that her mother hadn't ventured into her bedroom, discovering something she wasn't meant to know.
The instant the door swung open, Elena's eyes widened. There, in plain view, were a pair of women's shoes—clear evidence that her mother had indeed arrived.
