He observed her as she frantically scratched herself while clenching her jaws tightly. She sat in a discussion circle along with the other recovering addicts in the rehab center. Seven had decided to stay with her throughout the healing process and wouldn’t leave her side until she was drug-free. He had put Rah in charge of his drug business and took a brief hiatus to give his undivided attention to Hazel’s recovery. Hazel hated the fact that Seven was with her around the clock because it prevented her from falling off the wagon and going back to the drugs that she wanted—no, needed so badly. She looked around at the addicts giving their testimonies and it made her sick to her stomach knowing that she was in the same boat as those strung-out people. She wished Millie were there with her; at least they could make jokes and laugh at the people there. But Millie was in a place unknown and Hazel was there alone, battling her own demons. Seven was her only crutch. Hazel had had enough and got up, excusing herself from the group.
