6 months. 182 days. 4,380 hours.

That’s how long it had been since your tongue had tasted alcohol, since you’d last felt a drug induced high. You’d just left an NA meeting. Your fingers fiddled with the blue sobriety chip as you sat across the table at a small diner with your sponsor, Leon.

“You don’t look nearly as excited about having that, as you should,” Leon’s gruff voice broke your train of thought, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee.