Two months had passed. Shayna was going through therapy to help her deal with the tragedy of losing her baby girl. She'd asked Corey to go with her but he said no. He'd went back to heavily using pills. Shayna was worried about him. It was early in the morning. Corey was still asleep. Shayna was in the living room. The doorbell rang. Shayna got up to answer it. When she opened the door she saw Rose.

"Hi Rose." She said.

"Hi."

"Come on in." She went in.

"It's been a few weeks." "How are you?"

"I'm hanging in there." "The therapist I'm seeing is really helping."

"Good." "How's Corey?"

"Still the same."

"Shayna I'm going to be blunt." "I think you should leave him."

"What?"

"Corey is great but he has a serious problem."

"Cut him some slack." "He went through a dramatic experience."

"Don't make excuses for him." "You've been through the same dramatic experience he has, only you are dealing with it the right way." "I'm also worried you'll fall back into old habits."

"If I was going to I would've by now."

"I just don't want Corey to drag you or your career down."

"Look,, I appreciate your concern but I'm not leaving Corey, I love him and I'm going to marry him."

Later that afternoon Corey came down into the kitchen where Shayna was. He was high on a lot of pills.

"Where are my car keys sweetie?" Corey slurred.

"Why?"

"I wanna go pick up some dinner." "I'm hungry."

"I'll go pick it up." "What do you want?"

"That's ok." "I'm gonna go get some chicken and jojos." He continued to look for his keys. "Here they are."

"Corey you shouldn't drive."

"Why?"

"You're high."

"No I'm not.."

"You're slurring your words and your eyes are glassy."

"I'm fine." "I'll be right back."

Thankfully Corey made it back safely. After they ate they were sitting on the couch in the living room, both were having a cigarette.

"You know I was thinking, maybe it's time we set a date for the wedding." Corey slurred.

"What?"

"I want to set a date for the wedding."

"Oh." "She got her date book out of her purse. "What date were you thinking?" He didn't answer her. "Corey?" She looked over. Corey was passed out with his head on the back of the couch and his cigarette still in his mouth. She took the cigarette out his mouth and put it out. She laid him down on the couch and got him a blanket. She kissed him on the cheek.

Shayna went to the bedroom and started to cry.