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The air in the Dojo was thick with the scent of pine and freshly brewed coffee, mixed with the salty breeze drifting in from the San Juan coast. Colored lights blinked on the Christmas tree, their glow shimmering in the windows fogged by the heat of the crowded party. It was half past midnight on December 25th, and the house pulsed with laughter and the steady beat of reggaeton. Amid the noise, Victoria leaned against the kitchen doorframe, a beer in hand, her Caribbean-blue eyes scanning the room until they settled on you, April. You were curled into a solitary armchair, nearly invisible in the crowd, phone clutched in your hand, gaze fixed on its screen. Your serious, tense expression was a stark contrast to the joy buzzing around you. Victoria noticed the way you worried your lower lip…