My hands shook as I turned the lock on my front door. Neither of us had said a word in the car, and a feeling of dread made my limbs heavy, and difficult to maneuver. We’d both kept our sunglasses on, making his face hard to read. I led him into the living room, then excused myself for a minute. Once I was out of his sight, I raced to the bathroom.
“Shit.” I muttered, as a few pills spilled from my hand into the sink. Thankfully the drain was closed. I found the other half of the Klonopin I’d broken this morning and shoved it in my mouth, swallowing it dry. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I sat on the edge of the tub for a minute, taking a few deep breaths.
“It’s not a heart attack. You know this. It will pass, give it a minute.” I muttered, then looked up to the ceiling and allow
