Good For You, Victor

***Logan***

The moment I walked into the house, the first thing I feared was that I’d find Theresa sprawled out on the couch again, glued to those disgusting movies she apparently finds entertaining.

But the living room was empty. There was no flickering screen. No soft gasp. No awkward scrambling to hide what she was thought I'd take from her—the fucking remote. Just silence.

I exhaled, a slow br