Lena wasn’t even sure why she came to the party. Dora had begged her, promising it would be “fun” and “different from the usual boring Friday night she usually had.

The house was packed when they arrived. Music pounded through the walls, bass shaking the floor. The air smelled like alcohol, perfume and weed. People filled every corner, some were dancing, some kissing against the walls, some just shouting to be heard over the noise.

Dora squeezed Lena’s hand as they pushed through ...