“I just…I don’t understand why you wouldn’t get your pills to prove it,” she says in a small voice. “So you’re going to take their side over mine?” I choke. Stop being defensive. It’s one of the very few positive voices in my head. “I’m not taking sides.” She stares at her hands while she thinks hard. “I just want the truth, Lo.” “I didn’t drink.” I shake my head over and over, my eyes clouding. “But I can’t prove it. I stopped taking Antabuse months ago.” The truth doesn’t free me—doesn’t lift a weight off my chest. I am strapped with baggage so heavy that there’s no hope to reach the
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