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Austin
I left rehab with one suitcase and a box of letters.
It had been the longest ninety days of my life, yet…it had flown by. I’d been skeptical when I first arrived. How could ninety days change my life? But it had. In more ways than I could even articulate.
For the first time in a decade, my thoughts were clear. I had a foundation to continue my path and grow into the person I’d always wanted to be. Instead of the drunk I’d become. I still had a lot to make up for. Relationships that I’d splintered, work that I’d neglected, and trust I needed to build up again.
But one step forward.
One step at a time.
Jensen had sent the private jet to pick me up from the facility, and I flew from Malibu to my home alone.
In some way, it was fitting. I might have shown up to rehab with Jen
