Riley's POV

The small white bottle sat on my nightstand like a question mark.

I picked it up, turning it over in my hands while reading the label: "Alprazolam - For anxiety - Take as needed." My name was on the prescription, but I hadn't filled it. I'd never even been to see a doctor.

Yet here it was, along with a note in Marcus's neat handwriting: "The Dr. is expecting you on Thursday at 2 PM for follow-up."

I set the bottle down, my hands trembling slightly as the plastic clicked against the ...