I let my hope hang on his promises, hollow as I could now see they were. But anyone who has ever loved an addict can tell you that the promises are always there. It’s the follow-through that isn’t.
And I sure as fuck don’t have time to wonder why I want to fix her mess when her eyes shift to mine, locking there. Relief. That’s what I see there...Strange how her relief cements my place in her life, whether she knows it or not.