The incident almost certainly changed her life. If you could call it that. Incident, it sounded so clinical and not at all like what it had actually been. But she couldn't think of a better word; words were not her thing anymore. She was an ex junkie making a real run at recovery. It had been two years since she'd last used and she was thankful for every one of those days, she'd earned them.

Come on, try it. She knew it was the stupidest line she'd ever heard and yet it made, in this briefest of seconds, an irrefutable argument.

If only she'd been able to come up with a suitable argument, she'd never have had to go to rehab, she'd never have had to live at the halfway house and she would never have gotten the delivery job. Maybe there really was a reason for everything. If she'd never gone along with the argument to just try it, she would have never experienced the "incident" in all its horror and glory. (She'd begun to think of the "incident" with quotes, since it seemed to better describe some essence of it without having to go to the trouble of actually using the best word, which she wouldn't have known anyway.)