Chapter 1 The End was the Beginning Page 1 It’s 3 a.m. and I’m shivering. Half of my body is sweating and the blankets on the bed have lost my heat. My mind is racing. I can’t hold a thought for more than a few seconds. My eyes can’t decide if they want to be open or closed. It doesn’t really matter. I feel the bags pulling below my eyes as I picture what I look like in the mirror. I roll again. It doesn’t help. the blanket is cold against the side of my face as I pull it up

I was working in the milk barn a few days ago when I got a text from Jenny our server down at the mealhouse, asking if I had known a guy by the name Marc Harris from when I was in recovery the first time. The name sounded familiar but I couldn’t really say for sure. The message also said, “ His mama is here and would like to meet you and your mama”. Now ever since the cooking show mom has people come from all over the country to stop in the mealhouse in hopes of seeing Her or