“Lizzie, Matt! Dinner!” I holler up the stairs. It’s Friday night, and I’m completely exhausted. Work has been more stressful than usual, with back-to-back depositions this week. I usually do a pretty good job of compartmentalizing, but our current case is complex and messy, and it’s getting to me. My son Matt comes thundering downstairs....
What’s Happened to My Daughter? by Patty Panni
Drug use, opioid use, language