“By the time I’d completed a year of rehabilitation, I was stone sober, and my mind had cleared. It was like a storm blowing through a town, leaving bits of debris everywhere, but also clearing the skies at the same time. And it was in that clarity—the calm after the storm, I guess you’d call it—that I realized who that woman had been. God almighty, but it took me a year to put a name to that face.”
