The Echo of the Crystal meth

Previously

…Then she remembered the foil bundle in the trash, the look in her father's eyes, the weight of the stone in her hand. She deleted the message and blocked the number. Setting the phone aside, she turned off the light. The room fell into darkness, but through the window, a sliver of moonlight crept in. She closed her eyes and whispered to herself, "One step at a time." Tomorrow, she would call Dr. Reed to confirm the intake. She would pack the bag. She would wait. And on Monday, she would walk through the doors of Serenity House and begin again.