Just one little pill. That’s all they’d said — or, at least, that’s what the man with the kind eyes and the warm, brown suit had said. Just take this one little pill and stay in the office overnight, and he’d be able to make all those gambling debts go right away. My partner wouldn’t even need to know they’d ever existed; everything could go back to the way things were, before all the secrets and the lies and the late nights away, trying to find more money than I’d ever seen. No more days spent dreading the moment when enough would be enough and the ruse would fall apart and take our relationship with it. All because the cards had refused to fall right on the table on a night or two or three.