I finally saw Sophia dancing in the middle of the group, a drink in her hand and a smile on her face. She was laughing and having a great time, completely carefree.

I felt a load of anger and frustration at the sight of her. How could she be so reckless and irresponsible, especially after what had just happened?

I pushed my way through the crowd and grabbed Sophia's arm, pulling her away from the dance floor. "We need to talk," I said, my voice low and angry.

Sophia looked up at me, a look of surprise and confusion on her face. "What's wrong, Asher?" she asked, her voice slurred...