“Ethan Walker’s restraining order, the one he filed after you broke into his apartment. He mentioned that you had some substance abuse problems in college. You were reckless with prescription Diazepam, mixing it with alcohol.” “I don’t do that anymore,” I say, my pill drawer radiating against my leg. We found heavy traces of Diazepam in her hair. “I’m sure you know that those drugs can have some pretty serious side effects. Paranoia, confusion. It can be tough to separate reality from fantasy.” Sometimes it’s hard for me to determine what’s real and what’s not.
