I drove her home at 10:45pm, fifteen minutes before the meeting I’d been waiting an hour for. She told me she wanted to go home to her mom, go to the hospital after that, maybe get clean. She talked to her mom one the phone in whiny bursts of spoiled energy, interrupting everything the woman said with Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! But…
I watched her walk in the other direction from her mom’s house when we got there. Towards a gas station.
Silently, I drove home. I had gotten her closer, at least. Maybe.

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