Elena searched frantically through her drawer, scattering papers and receipts in every direction. Her hands trembled slightly as she moved to her bag, unzipping every compartment, hoping the form Gabriella filled out yesterday would appear. It wasn’t there. Her heartbeat quickened—she needed that form to reach Gabriella. She glanced around her room, her eyes scanning the cluttered table beside her bed. Then she saw it — lying on the floor, half-hidden under a folded towel.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips. She bent quickly, picked it up, and dusted it off before sitting on the edge of her bed. Her fingers brushed across the paper as she reread the details carefully, making sure nothing had been misplaced. Finally, she found Gabriella’s number written neatly at the bottom. She dialed it i
