In the following days I went to Avery's apartment to help her clean up. I was not prepared for what I saw. There was blood everywhere. On the walls, furniture, floor, bedding, pictures on the wall. Broken items, knives, holes in the doors, walls, stuff all over the place. It was heartbreaking to think of how horrific of a scene must have happened here. I had painted an oil painting for Avery to represent the 3 family values we have: Always take the high road, which means telling the truth over lies, doing the hard thing not the easy thing, being kind is better than right, and you can do anything and that you are loved. The picture and frame were splattered with blood. I threw away the frame and got a new one and spent hours with a Q-tip cleaning up the picture. We spent a day cleaning her apartment, but there was more to do, since Avery wanted to move out. I called her Dad and his new wife to help. They cleaned up the rest of the apartment and got it rented out for the rest of her lease.
She was ready to go to treatment again. We researched places and found one in Chicago that fit her needs. They were booked full, but a bed would become available every week or so. We made plans to fly to Chicago and she would go to detox at a hospital and then straight to the recovery center. We got to the airport and she wanted to go to the bar and have a drink before she went to rehab. At the time, I had no idea that a person with alcohol addiction can actually die if they are used to drinking large quantities of booze every day. Because I knew she was going straight to detox, I just did what needed to be done to get her from here to there. I was looking forward to not having to worry for 30 days.