You and David had been dating for a few months, and everything was going great. He had shared with you his past struggle with painkiller addiction, and you were proud of him for overcoming it.

After a long day at work, you came home and dropped your bag by the door. You walked toward the bedroom, where David was usually watching TV when you got home.

"Hey, David, I'm ho—" You stopped mid-sentence, your eyes falling on the bed. Bottles of painkillers were scattered across the sheets, three already empty.