She said good-bye to Harper first.
“Mommy really, really loves you, baby,” she said, kneeling in front of the little girl in the darkened hallway leading from the rec room to the furnace room while the other children played noisily in the background. “Mommy loves you more than anything in the whole, wide world. Do you believe me?”
Harper nodded uncertainly, dark eyes intense. “Yeth.”
“I know you do, but Mommy likes to hear you say it.” Bennett fought to keep her voice steady. “Mommy has to leave you for a little while, baby. Just a little while, okay? Mommy has to do something.”
“What, Mommy?” Harper asked immediately.
“Just something, baby. But I want you to be good while I’m gone. Nest will take care of you. I want you to do what she tells you and be a real good little girl. Will you promise me?”
“Harper come, too,” she replied. “Come with Mommy.”
The tears sprang to her eyes, and Bennett wiped at them quickly, forcing herself to smile. “I would really like that, baby. But Mommy has to go alone. This is big-people stuff. Not for little girls. Okay?”
Why did she keep asking that? Okay? Okay? Like some sort of talking Mommy doll. She couldn’t take any more. She pulled Harper against her fiercely and hugged her tight. “Bye, baby. Gotta go. Love you.”
Then she sent Harper back into the rec room and slipped up the stairs. Retrieving her coat from the stack laid out on the sofa in the back bedroom, she made her way down the hallway through the crowds to the front door, telling anyone who looked interested that she was just going to step out for a cigarette. She was lucky; Nest was nowhere in evidence, and she did not have to attempt the lie with her. The note that would explain things was tucked in Nest’s coat pocket. She would find it there later and do the right thing. Bennett could count on Nest for that.
She was not anxious to go out into the cold, and she did not linger once the front door closed behind her. Trudging down the snowy drive with her scarf pulled tight and her collar up, she walked briskly up Spring to Woodlawn and started for home. She would travel light, she had decided much earlier. Not that she had a lot to choose from in any case, but she would leave everything Nest had given her except for the parka and boots. She would take a few pictures of Harper to look at when she wanted to remind herself what it was she was trying to recover, what it was she had lost.
What it was that her addiction had cost her.
All day her need for a fix had been eating at her, driving her to find fresh satisfaction. What Penny had given her last night hadn’t been enough. It was always surprising how quickly the need came back once she had used again, pervasive and demanding. It was like a beast in hiding, always there and always watching, forever hungry and never satisfied, waiting you out. You could be aware of it, you could face it down, and you could pass it by. But you could never be free of it. It followed after you everywhere, staying just out of sight. All it took was one moment of weakness, or despair, or panic, or carelessness, and it would show itself and devour you all over again.
That was what had happened last night. Penny had given her the opportunity and the means, a little encouragement, a friendly face, and she was gone. Penny, with her unkempt red hair, her piss-on-everyone attitude, and her disdain for everything ordinary and common. Bennett knew Penny; she understood her. They were kindred spirits. At least for the time it took to shoot up and get high, and then they were off on their own separate trips, and Bennett was floating in the brightness and peace of that safe harbor drugs provided.
By this morning, when she was alone again and coming down just enough to appreciate what she had done, she understood the truth about herself. She would never change. She would never stop using. Maybe she didn’t even want to, not down deep where it mattered. She was an addict to the core, and she would never be anything else. Using was the most important thing in the world to her, and it didn’t make any difference how many chances she was offered to give it up. It didn’t matter that Nest would try to help her. It didn’t matter that she was in a safe place. It didn’t even matter that she was going to lose Harper.