Jared knew he should make Murph leave. He'd been here all night, and they'd been rehashing the "good times" they'd had. It was hollow for Jared. He didn't remember any of those times as good. This far into his recovery, he could finally admit that the partying hadn't been fun, but it'd been comfortable. That was a hell of a revelation.
Finally Murph got up to leave. "It was good seeing you again, Train." He held out his hand for Jared to give him a shake, and when Jared did, he felt plastic against his palm.
"What's this?" he asked, freezing when he saw a bag of heroin.
"My gift to you. Welcome home, dude." Murph grinned, knowing exactly what he'd done, and grabbed his stuff, leaving Jared alone as he walked out the front door.
Fuck, Jared thought to himself. This was his test; this wa
