"I trust you," Wanda murmured as she offered Mitchell a small smile. She could hear the conviction in his voice, feel it in his mind. "I...am sorry. It is probably very strange to speak of these things with a stranger. Peoples' minds are like open books on display. Even if you're just walking by, catching a glance shows you some of the words on the page."
She sat down upon the bar stool, the heels of her boots hooking onto the wooden crossbar between the legs. "Addiction is a powerful demon that many people face. You are a brave man not to let it cripple you, as it does so many."