After letting them in, Dela went to her bed and sobbed into her pillow. Jar shut the door softly behind them and did a quick sweep of the room, seeing what was around that Addy might be tempted to use against herself. He knelt down to scoop up the pills and put them back in the container. He noticed they were sleeping pills, so he put the container in his pocket to take out of the room when he left. Jar was no hypocrite, though, if Dela wanted to use drugs to make the pain go away, he wouldn’t stop her. Hell, he had done worse things to numb himself. So he put three of the pills on her end table, it wasn’t enough to kill her, but enough to make her sleep for a while if that’s what she needed to feel better.

Delilah had sat on the bed next to Adelisa and rubbed her back, she spoke a little bit, but Jar could tell that she was trying really hard not to say too much. She had pretty much given Jar the reigns to do all of the talking, but he didn’t really have anything to say. Addy had to lead this conversation. There is healing in talking out your problems.  “I don’t need to talk if you don’t want me too. I can just listen.” He looked over at the doorway, the acoustic he had returned to her was leaning against the wall. “Or I could play for you, and you could sing. Lila and I would love to hear you sing.” That what he did to feel better when he was down, some of his best lyrics were written in times of deep sorrow. His stomach grumbled a little, he hadn’t eaten all day and he wasn’t sure they had either “Or we could all just sit here quietly and order a ton of room service.”