Evan was very smart but had very low self esteem about being gay and shy. He was a very loyal friend and was happiest with them and helping them out. He loved road trips and Nicki Minaj. The drugs were used to self-medicate from the pain, and when the needles started it was down hill all the way. He was in a great rehab in CA but one person ruined it by transferring him to a sober house before he was ready. All alone there he was wandering the streets, very uncomfortable and was dead 24 hours later. I am in RI, his mom, not being able to be there to hold his hand or say goodbye. My life sentence has begun and I am so broken missing him. We did him wrong and I do not get a second chance. What can we do?