The Echo of the Crystal meth

Previously

…"My dad wants to visit." "That's big. How do you feel?" "Scared. But also... I don't know. Like maybe I can do this." Diane nodded. "One day at a time." Shane looked at the stone in her palm, then at the folded paper. Saturday was three days away. Three days of groups, of sessions, of cravings and choices. But she had made it this far. She opened the journal to a fresh page and wrote: Saturday. Dad is coming. I don't know what to say. But I want to try. She closed the journal and looked out the window. The bird was gone, but the sky was clear. The afternoon stretched ahead, full of possibility and fear. And for now, that was enough.