CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Sara stared at the two blue pills in her palm. Camilla had left her purse on the nightstand that stood between their beds and gone to the bathroom, and Sara had quickly dug into it and found the orange prescription bottle.
She knew that Camilla would gladly give her one if she asked for it—but one wasn’t enough anymore, and if her roommate knew that she needed two, she’d want to talk about it. At best, she’d be concerned about Sara’s habit. At worst, she’d want to start charging her for them. Xanax weren’t cheap.
She hoped that Camilla wasn’t counting her pills. Yesterday she’d given Sara one and then she’d swiped a second. They got her through the day at the thrift store, or at least most of it. Then last night she’d done a bump of coke to pick herself up after work
