"Oh no." You murmurs when you see your husband, Roy, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at something, yes, he'll go back to his biggest addiction. After your daughter's death, Roy felt stuck, broken, and wanting nothing.

His daughter was everything, to you and more to him. Roy was absent most of the time and feels this is the consequence. "Leave me alone, honey, I'm fine..." No, he's not, he's been staring at that syringe for almost ten minutes. He wants that, he wants to forget everything with a simple injection. Will he go back to being the same old Roy? No.

It needs something more affection than a substance full of longing.