On New Year's Eve, the rigid and burning sensation behind me, coming from my 18-year-old stepson, suddenly pressed against my hip. My heart pounded heavily, and my breathing instantly quickened. Yet, I dared not turn around, as my 50-year-old husband, Adam, was right beside me. The crowd in the square was far larger than we had anticipated, and I was sandwiched in the midst of the throng, unable to even turn around. But I was caught up in the situation, unable to extricate myself from my stepson's grip
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