“Havenship Clinic, this is Myranda. How can I help you?” a woman asked.
“Yeah, I’m calling to see if Kacie Adams checked in,” I said.
“Date of birth?” she asked.
I shared it.
Then I heard some clicking on a keyboard, and then I heard an inhale of breath.
I winced.
I could only imagine what caused that inhale of breath.
Then, hesitantly, she shared, “Well, she is actually banned from our clinic.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Your relation?” she asked.
I sighed, “I’m her brother.”
She seemed to take a beat, then she shared, “She was banned from our clinic for trying to score drugs from five of our doctors who volunteer here.”
“Trying to score drugs?” I asked.
“With umm... well...” she stopped talking.
“Her body,” I said without any emotion.
“Yes. She was asked to leave the first time... and then the other four times, we’ve had to call the cops.”
I nodded.
What the fuck else could I do?
After I told her thank you for your time, I hung up.
“Sorry, brother,” I heard.
My head lifted to see Nuke standing there in the doorway.
His arms were crossed as he leaned into the frame.
I sighed, “How much did you hear?”
“Most of it. What do you want to do?” he asked.
I chuckled, “What the fuck can I do? Detox? Tried it. Cut her off? I can’t. Changed my locks? Tried it. Let her sit in jail? Tried it. What else can be done?”
I stared into his dark eyes.
Eyes that seemed to be grounded. The kind of eyes that observed everything. And I had a feeling that it was more than anyone knew.
Perhaps that was why he was our president.
“Ease her suffering brother... the permanent way.” Nuke shared.
I locked my eyes with his. “She was your last family member... what would you do?”
