The Echo of the Crystal meth

Previously

…She wrote one sentence: I don't know if I can do this. Then she closed the journal and set it on the nightstand. The afternoon light slanted through the window. Diane turned a page in her book. The silence was full of unspoken things. Shane looked at the stone in her palm. Tomorrow would bring another group, another session, another chance to fall or to stand. The craving would return. She knew that now. But for this moment, she was still here. And that would have to be enough.