Allison's POV
I'm lying in bed at eleven in the morning, one arm over my eyes. On a different day, I would have been at work hours ago.
But not today. I don't think I can go to work today. I don't think I can go to work ever again, after the way I disgraced myself at the luncheon yesterday. I should have stayed at home. I should have avoided alcohol. I should have remained at the balcony. I should have avoided the lunch table. I should never have left Elsa and Ian's side in the first place.
Each minute that passes shoves one more regret into my mind, one more reason why I'm entirely at fault for what happened.
I don't realize that I'm crying until I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks.
Why do I keep doing this? Why don't I have the good sense not to keep ruining everything for mysel
