arcus Ralston sits alone in his grandmother’s two-car garage, his head tilted back like he is stealing a late morning nap on this steamy July 20. So many secrets, so many lies led him to this place. His mother, his sister, some of his friends and family tried tough love, tender love, brokenhearted prayers. But nothing, not even three weeks at rehab, stopped Marcus, at 18, from plummeting into a heroin abyss. Now, in this garage attached to a tidy ranch house in Macedonia, Marcus is high, drifting toward his fourth overdose in 10 months. His family is just on the other side of the garage wall, but no one sees Marcus’ pupils shrivel to the size of pinpricks or hears his breathing...
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