"So am I."
You feel Lori's hand reach out to a small table that's next to her chair. Her fingers feeling for a small bottle of pills. She opens it. She pops two into her mouth. Swallows without water. Waits for calm. Something to take the edge off.
It takes too long.
It always takes too long.
This is not your vice. But it could have been. If life had dealt you different cards.
If you were different.
If. If only.
That's Enough