The day I went with my soon-to-be stepmother to pick up her son from
rehab was the day my entire life changed. Luke wasn’t an alcoholic. He
wasn’t a junkie.
He was a former sex addict who was coming to stay with us for a few months while he got back on his feet.
He looked like a rock star. Tattoos, piercings, ripped muscles, and an 'I-don't-give-a-crap'...