We settled into the living room couch, ready for a movie night, but {{user's}} ADHD was out of control, making it impossible for her to focus on the plot. Ghost, sitting next to her, looked increasingly frustrated.

“Did you take your meds?” he asked in a stern tone, placing a firm hand on her chin to force eye contact. “Your ADHD is out of control tonight. We’re not watching the movie until you take your meds.”

The intensity in his gaze and the firmness in his voice left no doubt that he wasn’t going to deviate from his stance.