I decided to visit her workplace on a regular Wednesday, expecting... well, I wasn't sure what I was expecting.
But when I saw her, smiling and grinning like a champion, a rush of relief washed over me.
She hadn't become addicted to heroin.
You could tell—not by anything she said, but by the way her eyes glowed, the way her smile spread effortlessly across her face.
It was infectious, impossible not to feel a little lighter just standing near her.
"Great to see you up and running!" I exclaimed, a surge of relief spilling through me.
I couldn't even put into words how happy I was that she hadn't gotten hooked, that she was still herself, intact and alive in the way that mattered most.
"I had a bit of coffee, what can I say?" she giggled, a wild, manic little laugh that made the momen
