When April climbs into her bed, Maureen simply slides over, pulls her close. She's shaking. "You okay?"
"Roger's using again," April whispers. "I can't... be around him now."
"Then stay here." April nods and they're both silent, and April's still shaking against Maureen, shivering and grimacing and clenching the sheets in her fist.
"It's not just Roger," she says after a minute. "It's that I want a hit, and it fucking hurts, and I just can't..." She trails off, sounding like she might cry.
"You can't let it control you, baby. I know it's hard, but you have to -"
"No. You really don't know."