“I almost died for the same thing I did three years ago.” He tensed once again. “For solving problems alone.”
“Rose.” His call had meaning.
I shook my head in response. “You wanted to know what had happened to me that day the last time you saw me before I disappeared. I asked myself this. What if I did die and I never managed to tell this to anyone? Am I just gonna be that alcoholic, chain smoker who had drug addiction?”
“Rose, what happened?” He asked the same thing that day three years ago. But this time, the tone was heavier and full of emotion.
“I admit I had alcoholic tendencies and I used to smoke a lot. But I only did drugs once, Colton. Trust me on this.” He nodded in understanding. He gestured for me to continue, wanting to know the full story before diving in to talk with his
