Zero Days

by Ruth Ware

For a moment I just sat, my eyes closed, feeling the warmth of the wine filter through my bloodstream, numbing everything, and I thought… I could stay here. I could stay in this warm, wine-fogged world where Gabe’s absence hurts just a little less. I had never understood substance abuse until that moment;

sometimes, often, to do nothing was to run a risk in itself.

“I’m as swift as a fox. An old one. With osteoporosis. Run over by a 4x4. Ten days ago.”