Amelie’s POV
The party had wall-to-wall people. Peter leads Tiff through the crowd by the hand, and in return, Tiff has a death grip on my hand. We waded through the sea of people until we reached the large kitchen. Every surface in the kitchen is covered in alcohol bottles. Several guys try to thrust cups into my hands, which I politely decline. It’s so overwhelming for me. I feel like I can’t breathe. I see the back door in the kitchen and signal to Tiff that I’m just going to pop outside for some fresh air.
I stepped outside and breathed the fresh air in. I was never one for parties in high school. I had better things to do, like survive. There was never any money for extra things, and if there was, I channeled it all into Zander. His football and swimming cost a lot of money. So, I n
