-Sloane Delgado:
The crowd shifted around me, bodies moving with the pulse of the bass, lights flickering across the room in sharp bursts of color that made everything feel disorienting and dizzying.
I was still dancing, still laughing with the women who had welcomed me so warmly, but in the back of my mind, a little knot of unease tightened. I glanced again toward where I had last seen Roxy, her figure framed against the low shadows of the club's edge, the glow of neon catching her hair. My heart clenched at the sight.
But just as quickly as I'd spotted her, the crowd pressed in, bodies bumping and twisting, and the lights rotated so quickly that I blinked. When I opened my eyes, she was gone. My stomach twisted, a sudden pang of panic threading through the excitement in my chest. My fingers brushed against the women next to me, and I felt the warmth of their hands and the steady rhythm of their energy, pulling me back from the edge of that tiny panic.
