Chapters (44)
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
“Oh my God, is this meth?” I breathe.
“You tell me,” he snaps. “I found it in your drawer!”
“You were snooping through my drawers?”
“Yes, I was.” He glares at me. “You just failed a drug screen at work and you’ve been acting insane lately, so yes, I looked through your drawers. But I don’t think that’s the most important issue here.”
“I swear to you, Sam,” I say. “I’ve never seen this before.”
“Well, why was it in your drawer?”
“I don’t know.”
“You and I are the only two people who live here. I didn’t put it there. So if it wasn’t you, who did?”
“I… I don’t know.” I flinch at the anger on his face. “But you’ve got to believe me—it’s not mine.”
“Right,” he snorts. “So it’s in your urine and in your drawer, but it’s not yours. You can see why this is a little hard for me to believe.”
“Someone must have put it there.”
“Who? Santa Claus?”
I squeeze my fists together. “I don’t know. But I’ve never seen that bag before in my life.”
Sam plucks the bag out of my hand and looks at it in disgust. “I’m flushing this down the toilet.”
“Don’t do that!”
He shakes his head. “Why not?”
“Because it’s evidence. There might be fingerprints on it.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He rolls his eyes. “You know what will happen if you get caught with this? You’ll go to jail. I’m flushing it. Sorry—you’ll have to get your next high somewhere else.”
I stare after him in disbelief. I look down at my hands, which are shaking badly. I don’t know what’s going on here. Is it possible I’m a meth addict and don’t know it? Maybe I have one of those conditions where I black out and have a whole other life on the side. Is that possible? Because he’s right—there’s only one logical explanation for all of this.
And it doesn’t make me feel very good about myself.
Chapter 27
For the first time in a long time, I sleep like a rock. It’s surprising, given how anxious I was all day. I thought I’d be awake until two in the morning with thoughts racing through my head, which has become the norm lately. But instead, the second my head hits the pillow, I’m out like a light, even though I didn’t take a sleeping pill. I don’t even wake up during the night to pee, which is practically a miracle.