For just an isolated fragment of time, Ray felt something happening, although what that something was, he wasn’t sure. He just knew it was something. Something unusual.
Something different.
The next moment it was gone.
Whether he’d shaken it off or it had just been absorbed by the noise and the atmosphere, he didn’t know. All he knew was that it was gone. And he was relieved.
And maybe just a little saddened, as well.
Turning from her, feeling just the slightest bit unsteady on his feet—as if he’d just gotten up from his sickbed to come here—Ray carefully scanned the crowd directly in front of him.
The band, he could see, was just setting up. Which meant that he and Holly weren’t late.
Instead of dwelling on the odd sensation in the pit of his stomach, he focused on being able to hear Liam’s best efforts and on finding Holly’s friends. He knew he wouldn’t feel right about just leaving her alone here. It would be a little like abandoning a newborn on the steps of a church in the middle of the night. There was no telling if she’d be all right or not until her friends found her.
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