“You okay, Mo?” I said into her hair. She was trembling. “I’ve always been after something,” she whispered. I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right. I pulled back, stared into her raw, beautiful face. “You know it, too,” she said, trying to smile and failing. Her voice was as thin as a spiderweb. “I’ll try anything. Food. Smokes. Pills. Anything. But I never feel full. Not even tonight’s show did it. It makes me so tired, Heather.” I had no idea what she was talking about. I dragged her close again. That last exchange would haunt me forever.
