“They still might help.” He tries to reach for my hand, but I pull away. “Please, Rosie. Just try it. For a few weeks. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to keep taking them. But maybe they’ll help.” I look into his eyes. He still loves me, for some reason. He’s just trying to help. “Fine.” I accept the bottle. “I’ll try them for a few weeks.” But that night, I flush all the pills down the toilet.
