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Chapters (44)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. Chapter 20
  22. Chapter 21
  23. Chapter 22
  24. Chapter 23
  25. Chapter 24
  26. Chapter 25
  27. Chapter 26
  28. Chapter 27
  29. Chapter 28
  30. Chapter 29
  31. Chapter 30
  32. Chapter 31
  33. Chapter 32
  34. Chapter 33
  35. Chapter 34
  36. Chapter 35
  37. Chapter 36
  38. Chapter 37
  39. Chapter 38
  40. Chapter 39
  41. Chapter 40
  42. Chapter 41
  43. Epilogue
  44. 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.