Ten Days Prior
As she sat at her kitchen table with the notes laid out before her, she considered how today’s meeting with Lydia had gone. Not terrible. But not great either. Probably about as well as one might have expected. All things considered.
God, she needed a drink. She’d kill for a drink. Given her current predicament, she realized that probably wasn’t the best analogy. But still. Something to take the edge off would be nice. Sobriety seemed to be a double-edge sword in times like these. Knowing there was only one vice left these days she could rely on, she picked up the coffee she’d poured, placed her lips to the cup and stared out the window. The coffee, still too hot to drink, taunted her. She blew into the mug and then took a small sip, knowing it would burn her. Just the wa
