"It doesn't get easier." She took a small sip of the vodka and then gently pushed her glass over to Joshua. "The rest is yours." Her expression softened as her lips pilled into a warm smile. "I hope it helps."

Wanda didn't it would help but even a small drop of hope was something in this place.

"It isn't bad but different. We all had different ways to live and you'll have to find a new one here." She glanced at the window and the now fading light. "I should go but I'll be around. If you need anything, let me know. I've been here long enough that I might be able to help."

And if she finds alcohol, she'll let him know.