Chapter 31

Unzipping the bag, I dump its contents into the sink. Toothpaste, toothbrush, combs, my cufflinks, one of which skitters away down the drain before I can stop it. Shampoo, some soap, a small tube of K-Y Jelly crinkled and half-empty from use.

And the pills.

I hate those brown bottles. I hate the pills, and the way they make Aaron feel, and the way they don’t help him, and the fact he takes so many. I hate the doctor for prescribing them, I hate the pharmacy for filling them. I hate how I’m hiding out in our bathroom staring at them, and I hate that I waited so long to do what I need to do.

I hate that most of all.