Thoughts and images of finding Renee, hurt in various of different ways, finding her with a filthy needle stick stuck in her arm, and her thin mouth frothing with dead white eyes. After all she had done to get clean, she wanted to be her mother, would she really have taken it again? Frankie was aware people relapsed, but to come back into her life and then do it - that would just be a cruel joke.
Moving further into the apartment, Frankie whispered out into the minimalistic rooms. "Renee?" She wasn't sure if she was whispering to sound gentle, or if deep down she didn't want Adam finding out who was in there. After all, he had known her mother, he told him so himself, she would be mortified to let him see her like that. He never spoke about her mother often, though he once told her how
