@relentless-devil
Stepping outside, it was surreal, eyes gazing up at the blue sky. Riley had survived rehab for the past 90 days. It was hell, at the beginning. She’d begged for a hit, for anything to help with the withdrawals, but once she got past that, it got a little better. There were bad days, even once or twice where she’d begged Caleb to get her out of there. Now, though, she was glad he hadn’t. She’d wanted to do this, for their twins, maybe, even, partly for herself. It was a little terrifying, life without drugs. She hadn’t faced that ever, at least, not since she was a kid. Looking over at Caleb, she dropped her bag in the car, “Thanks for, uh, picking me up, hell, for lettin’ me still live with you.” She had nowhere else to go, and she knew the doctors didn’t want her on her own. “Uh, how are the kids? I missed them.” I missed you, she couldn’t bring herself to say it, though. She was nervous - nervous to be clean, to figure out who the hell she was without drugs, to see the kids, everything, really. One moment at a time, she had to remind herself of the little mantra she’d learned that she’d initially called stupid.