“Why are you helping me? After what I did?” she croaks, swollen eyes barely open enough to look at me, and I regard her with so much in my head. Trembling, trying to stay positive.

“Because I am all you have right now. We’re in this together. I can’t watch you suffer. That’s not who I am.” I sit on the floor, cradling the bottle between my knees as the tears fall. Hopeless at where we are, in this dirty room, surrounded by strangers. I never imagined for a minute that I ...