Stephie agreed with Thomas: fuuuck. Not only did she feel like the bottom had dropped out of her stomach, it also felt like the floor had dropped out from under her feet.
A slow breakdown over years, he'd said. Too fucking right.
It Peter couldn't manage this life, what hope did the rest of them have? The floor was right to drop out from under her. "So..." she started. "So, are you going to take the drug, and try and stop? What... what's the plan, Peter?"