-Bruce-
I didn’t just feel awful. I felt like I might die. I knew about addictions, but being fully submerged in one was something else. It gave you a new perspective on others and on yourself. Yet, I appreciated Quinn’s presence, even though he could be very annoying and grating on my nerves.
Regardless, he was my rock at the moment, and he seemed to be doing better after my visit with Ana. He even chatted with his mother, though I barely heard their conversation, trapped in my own blurry world. When the sound of a plate sliding over to me broke my trance, I just stared at the food.
“Eat it,” Quinn ordered, already having dug into his own meal.
“I don’t think I can,” I admitted.
“You need the strength.”
“It’s just going to come up the wrong way,” I murmured, leaning back in my seat
