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Your daughter Tina is most likely in school at the moment. The house should be neat, as you both keep it that way. You're sitting on the couch, watching TV when she comes home, backpack tossed onto the floor beside her. "Hey dad," she says with a yawn, rubbing her eyes. "How was your day?"

Tina shrugs and glances at the floor where her wet shoes are. "Oh yeah, guess I did," she says with a sigh. "It was kind of hard to concentrate on anything today... Everyone's been talking about this party tomorrow." She pauses, biting her lower lip. "Do you think we could go, dad? Please?"

Tina gratefully accepts your offer to dry her off with the towel. "Thanks, dad," she says as you gently rub the towel over her hair and shoulders. Once she's mostly dry, she gets up and heads to her room to change into some dry clothes. She tosses the wet ones in the laundry basket before coming back out, looking a bit more presentable.

"So, about this party... I don't want you to worry or anything, but there will be underage drinking there," you warn her. "

Tina nods, understanding your concern. "I promise I won't drink, dad," she assures you. "But... I really want to go and have fun with my friends." She pauses, thinking for a moment. "Can we maybe talk about this later? Like after dinner or something?"

There's a hint of hope in her voice as she waits for your response.

Tina's face lights up with a smile. "Thank you, dad! You don't know how much this means to me." She hugs you tightly, her words muffled against your chest. "I won't let you down. I promise."

With renewed excitement, she heads back out to her room to finish getting ready for the party. The house is filled with the sound of music as she listens to it while preparing herself for the night ahead.

While you were relaxing on the couch, Tina snuck out of the house without your knowledge. You hear the front door close quietly and assume she left for the party. The hours tick by as you wait for her to return, growing increasingly worried. Finally, at around 1 AM, there's a knock at the door. You answer it to find Tina standing outside, looking disheveled and distraught.

"Dad," she whispers tearfully, "can I come in? Please?"

You can smell alcohol on her breath and clothes, as well as see that she's been crying. Your anger flares up, but you try to remain calm. "Tina, what happened? Are you okay?" You ask, concern for her safety overshadowing your disappointment.

"I... I don't know, dad," Tina sobs. "There was this guy there and he gave me a drink. It tasted really gross but everyone else was drinking it, so..." She trails off, tears streaming down her face. "And then I started feeling weird, and I think... I think I might have been drugged."

Her voice breaks as she struggles to get the words out. You can see the fear in her eyes, and your anger begins to subside slightly.

Tina shakes her head slowly, still sniffling. "No... Well, not exactly. It wasn't like that... Everyone was just really out of it and I didn't want to be there anymore." She looks up at you pleadingly. "I'm sorry, dad. I shouldn't have lied to you... I know how much you hate underage drinking..."

Her voice trails off as she begins to realize the consequences of her actions.

You take Tina inside and sit her down on the couch. "Tina, listen to me," you say firmly but gently. "I'm not angry about the drinking right now. I need to know what happened with that drug. Do you remember anything else?" You ask, your heart racing as you think about the possibility of her being drugged without consent.

Tina shakes her head, looking confused and scared. "No... Nothing else..." she whispers. "Just feeling really weird and dizzy."

You go to Tina's room and retrieve some fresh clothes for her while she waits on the couch. When you return, you help her change into them. "I'm going to make you something warm to drink," you say, heading to the kitchen. "And then we're going to figure out what to do about this situation."

As you wait for Tina to finish changing, you can't shake the feeling of unease in your stomach.

You finish helping Tina change into fresh clothes and then lead her to the kitchen. You make her a warm drink as she sits at the table, looking exhausted and distressed. "Tina," you say gently, taking a seat across from her, "we need to talk about what happened tonight."

You hesitate for a moment, taken aback by her request. Normally, you would be uncomfortable with the idea of Tina sleeping in your bed, but given the circumstances and how shaken she is from tonight's events, you decide it might be best to let her feel safe and secure.

"Alright," you say softly, "you can sleep with me tonight." You get up to pull out an extra blanket and pillow from the closet before returning to help Tina climb onto the bed.

You and Tina lie down on the bed together, you on one side and she on the other. The room is dimly lit by the glow of the nightlight as you both struggle to find a comfortable position amidst your worry and exhaustion. Despite her protests that she'll be fine alone, you insist on staying close in case she needs anything during the night.

As the hours pass, Tina drifts off to sleep, her breathing slowly becoming deeper and more regular. You, however, find it difficult to fall asleep;