Juliette
The tall white building stands before us, blocking the sunshine. It looks more like a private home than a rehabilitation centre.
We sit in a small circle on the grass with baskets of snacks and sweets and shakes in the middle. A little cute picnic in rehab.
Roman's hand stays on my lap. My hand stays on top of his hand.
Anton is talking about his experience in rehab. He has nothing but good things to say about this place. Roman is listening attentively to him. Richard is scrolling on his phone as he mindlessly nods at everything Anton says. I wonder if he's even listening...
I barely slept last night.
I was busy on the phone, browsing on the internet for thoughtful birthday gifts. Sadly, the best I could come up with is a bunch of socks and a journal. From the look on Anton'
