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THE APP CHAPTER 1 CHLOE I wake up to my phone buzzing like a dying mosquito and the familiar panic of a negative bank balance blinking on the screen: –$47.82. Rent’s due in four days. Again. I’m scrolling through the usual desperation apps when the ad pops up, bright pink and unapologetic: “$500 for a 5-minute trial! Totally safe, totally anonymous! Just tap below!” I snort. Probably some sketchy survey or cam-girl bait. But five hundred dollars? I’m already clicking before my brain catches up.

None of them were clean. Patterns. Movements. Connections. All leading to one thing. Overlap. The same names appearing in different places. Different transactions. Different times. Coordinated. Which means— This wasn’t just one person. This was a system. And systems don’t move without direction. My phone buzzed. I didn’t check it immediately. I already knew. Unknown number. Again. I answered. “You’re persistent.” Her voice. Calm. Unbothered. “You’re watching,” I replied.

I laugh at the clever word play. "Can we go in there?" I plead. Jack looks to where I'm pointing, "Of course." He smiles at me. I smile super hard and stare at the adventure ahead of me. We walk in and I look at a ton of cooking books, dog calendars and more. There's a book there called, Dear Nobody. It's a true story about a girl named, Mary Rose, who has to deal with her drug addiction and boys. The book interests me. I show Jack. "Out of every book in this store, you choose the one about an addict?" Jack raises his eyebrows. I shrug.

"When Jay catches up to me, which he will very soon, you'll have to promise to come visit me at the house. You should see the pool, it's this insane infinity type thing. I'm not kidding, I'd probably live in it if he let me. I doubt I'll convince him any time soon to let me come work with you, and I could really use a friend." "Of course, my girl." She sighed and leaned her elbows on the basket, looking Allie up and down. "It's a pity that man is such a worrier when it comes to you. We can sure use someone like you around here. A good addictions counsellor I mean. Our last one wrote a book about the "infamous Vancouver Downtown Eastside," got more famous in the wallet than the heart and left

His gray hair was parted sideways and his voice carried that calm steadiness that could slice through any storm. “Couldn’t sleep,” I murmured. He looked at the untouched box of eclairs. “Not hungry either, I see.” I shook my head. For a while he did not speak. Then he reached into his coat pocket and set a small, thin booklet on my blanket. Its cover read ‘The Mask of Love: Recognizing Narcissistic Abuse.’ “I give this to a lot of my patients,” he said quietly. “It’s not a miracle, but sometimes it helps to see yourself in someone else’s story.” I stared at the booklet. “I’m not sure I’m ready to...”

To be honest it was their money that started his drug addiction and they had never cut him off of that unending supply of cash. At the house, I went upstairs and changed into some comfy joggers and a t-shirt before I crawled up into the bed. I grabbed the book I had started reading off of the nightstand and tried to act normal. Lucas had to return a call from the nightclub but as soon as he was done he came upstairs and sat beside me on the bed. He didn’t try and speak with me he just wrapped his arm around me and laid his head on my shoulder letting me read.

I was constantly surprised by how they consumed me. I took a deep breath and stood. “I have to go. I’m sorry.” “Wait.” Mark stood and handed me a card from his pocket. “You ever feel the need for a coffee, call me.” You ever feel the need for a free therapy session over coffee, call me. I curled my fingers around the card and took it. “I will.” “And, Brenda?” He stepped closer to me and pressed two fingers to my temple. “Addiction is all in the mind. So is willpower. You don’t have to succumb to anything you don’t want to.”

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“There’s nothing to fix. Maddy, you are sixteen. You have no idea how the world works. Now, you are gonna take care of me? It’s supposed to be the other way around. I’m supposed to care for you.” I took his hands. “And you have, Daddy. I think now I have to look after you. Please let me do this.” Julie joined us. Together, we pleaded with dad. “You should please get help.” “Fine, I’ll do it for your sake, Maddy. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” “Great, tomorrow, we’ll take you to Gambler’s anonymous. The first step to recovery is acknowledging you need help.” * I was in my art class when the end-of-school bell rang. Students started rushing out while the teacher, Ms. Diaz, was still givi

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