Chapter 42

• The rehab center looked like it was designed by someone who wanted pain to feel cozy. It had soft beige walls, the faint scent of herbal tea, magazines nobody obviously read stacked neatly on the table. Outside, the trees swayed gently, as if they didn’t know this was a place for people learning how to breathe again.
• Rachel held the small paper bag tighter as she stepped into the common area. There were murmurs in the corner, two women playing cards, a man sketching with fierce concentration on his face. But her eyes found only one face.
• “Sara,” Rachel said softly as she walked over to her.