"Did she die?"

" In a way,... she was never the same after that. It was like a disease that just kept stealing away more and more of her. I'd see glimpses of who she used to be. She'd tried to get clean a few times but it was too expensive to get actual help. The withdrawal was often too much for her to handle."

"I'm sorry."

"After her third overdose, the doctor's had said that there probably wouldn't be a next time. That if she didn't get professional help soon, she would end up dying in a gutter somewhere alone."