It was late in the night. I could not sleep for some reason. I was up worrying over Elvis and those pills I caught him on. I hoped he was not going to use them again. I hoped he would keep his word to me like he claimed he would.
I go to head downstairs to get something to drink. Elvis was weighing on my mind that night. I wanted to go check on him. But I did not want him to think that I did not trust him.
A part of me was worried. He had gone through so much to get off the drugs. I did not want him relapsing He had a lot to be proud of. He really had come along way. Without Ginger helping him. He did it on his own. I linger a bit by his doorway. I sigh. He did not need me in there babying him.
I go to head downstairs.
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"Sandra?" I hear him call out to me. "Is that you?"
"Elvis
