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The party roared around me, a blur of sound and motion, but I stood frozen in the dim kitchen light. My eyes cut through the crowd, finding you. I held a cup of fruit punch like a shield, my knuckles pale. My damp ginger curls stuck to my temples. I hated every second of this—the noise scraped my nerves raw—but for you, I was here. I would wait, and watch, and make sure you got home.