he club, initially a vibrant burst of re-entry into the world, gradually began to morph into an overwhelming assault on Clara's senses. The pulsating bass, once exhilarating, started to pound in her head. The kaleidoscope of flashing lights blurred her vision, and the press of bodies, though harmless, began to feel stifling. She had enjoyed the initial joy of Leo's acceptance, the easy camaraderie with the boys, but her body, still mending, was sending clear signals of protest.
She leaned into Kai, who was dancing gently with her, his arm a comforting anchor. "Hey," she murmured, her voice a little strained over the music. "I think I'm ready to head out."
Kai immediately picked up on the subtle shift in her tone, the slight droop of her shoulders. He nodded, his easy smile softening into
