The clock ticked past 4:18 AM in the quiet town of Willow Creek, where the air carried the weight of a sleepless night. Elena sat by her window, the faint glow of dawn teasing the horizon. In her hands, she clutched a worn journal, its pages filled with years of whispered hopes and regrets. The mirror across the room reflected a face she could smile at in public, but deep down, she saw only a map ...