Chapter Ten
“I’m sorry, Maggie. I won’t renew this prescription.”
If he’d sucker punched her, it would’ve been kinder. She felt her face heat, and her back broke out in a cold sweat. A lock of hair dangled in her face, and she scooped it back, feeling tangles in her windblown hair. She must have looked a wreck. She’d tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. At this moment, as she sat stooped in the plastic chair shoved in a corner of the doctor’s sterile examination room, she felt old and haggard. It wasn’t the pills—it couldn’t be. This was Richard’s fault and his emotional roller coaster. Why wouldn’t he leave her alone?
“I don’t understand. You prescribed these for me.” She knew her face had to be two shades of red.
“Maggie, I suspect you may be having withdrawals. That’s why y
