Two months passed and I hadn’t heard a word from Jaime.
Every time the doorbell or the phone rang at odd hours, I shuddered, thinking it
was the police telling me they found my daughter in a ditch. That thought haunted me when I slept
and when I was awake. It’s a nightmare many parents share when their children
are addicts.
It was a Saturday morning towards the end of summer. I was still in my
pajamas, casually reading the newspaper and finishing my cup of coffee when the
phone rang. I thought it might be
Adam calling from Tennessee, but it wasn’t; it was Jaime. For the first time in
a very long time, her voice wasn’t hoarse. She asked me to please just listen
and not talk. Something inside me gave me a foreboding of what she was going to
say. I held my breath.
