The Echo of the Crystal meth

Previously

…Then she thought about her sister's hand in hers, the way the sky looked clearer than it had in a long time, and the tiny ember of hope still burning in her chest. "Let's go home," she said. "I need to call Dad." Sarah smiled, a real smile, and opened the car door. As Shane slid into the passenger seat, she tucked the card into her pocket, right next to the smooth stone Sarah had given her that morning. "One step at a time," she whispered to herself. The car pulled away from the curb, and Shane watched the brick building shrink in the side mirror. She didn't know what Monday would bring. But for the first time in a long time, she was willing to find out.