The Echo of the Crystal meth

Previously

…"Sarah?" "Yeah?" "I'm scared." Sarah reached up and squeezed her hand. "Me too. But we're doing it anyway." Shane closed her eyes. For the first time in months, the silence didn't feel like a threat. It felt like a beginning. She drifted off to the sound of her sister's steady breathing, the foil bundle and the pipe already forgotten in the darkness. Tomorrow, she would make the call. Tomorrow, she would start the long walk back. But tonight, she was not alone. And that was enough.