The next day Amy suggested we go out in the new car. The idea of going to a club was completely foreign to me. I’d never set foot in one before, but when Amy suggested it, her enthusiasm was infectious. The more she talked about how much fun we’d have, the more I began to think it could be a good way to take my mind off everything. It had been too long since I did something just for fun, and maybe dancing in a crowded space with loud music would help me forget, at least for a little while.
I stood in front of my closet, picking out what I thought was a perfectly acceptable outfit: a pair of jeans and a simple black T-shirt. It was comfortable, and it wasn’t like I needed to impress anyone. I was here to relax, not to make a statement. But when Amy saw what I was wearing, she burst into la
