No one could help him. Katee had tried and she continued trying despite many failures, but he never seemed to want her help. Each time he fell off the wagon she blamed herself. I just have to find the right way to help him, she thought, as she waited for him to return from a late night binge again.
She fought to keep her eyes steady on the page in front of her, the moment she heard the clank of his key struggle in the lock. Working to hold her fingers on the book, she grew conscious of every sensation flooding her body, while he stumbled in and slammed the door. Tears began to slide from her eyes; goose bumps surfaced, pricking her skin as he drew closer.