Kim: I still remember the first time we talked. I didn’t want to be there. I was using every day just to function, and part of me was hoping you’d tell me it wasn’t that bad yet. Tim: You were hoping I’d give you permission to keep surviving the way you were. Kim: Yeah. Exactly. I’d already lost my job. I was bouncing between couches. I was scared all the time. But fentanyl felt like the only...