After his first overdose, my husband promised it wouldn’t happen again. I believed him
LOS ANGELES TIMES
FEBRUARY 24, 2019
By Lauren Mauldin
Two weeks later, he picked up a small package from China at the post office. A few hours after his appointment with an addiction specialist, he injected the butyrfentanyl. He wasn’t blue when I found him. His skin had a tinge of yellow, except for the patch of burgundy on his forearm where he had pushed the needle.
He was cold, and he was 36 years old.