The past

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As they settled into their seats, far enough from the DJ to talk but close enough to feel the energy of the music, Ana, Phoebe, and Sonia each took a shot of tequila. The fiery liquid burned its way down Phoebe's throat, hitting her first with a rush of warmth and exhilaration. Sonia followed suit, feeling the familiar sting of the alcohol as it spread through her veins, loosening the tension in her muscles.

But Ana remained alert, her senses sharp as she waited for the right moment to broach the subject that had been weighing on her mind. She knew she needed to hear about Phoebe's struggle, no matter how difficult it might be to discuss.

"Hey, I am going to the bathroom!" Sonia said, and left them alone as headed toward the bathroom.

Ana saw this as an excellent opportunity to question Phoebe about the secret she was keeping from her, and she suspected Phoebe was in severe trouble as a result.

"So, Phoebe," Ana began, leaning in closer to hear, "You mentioned there was someth