Chapter 107

VICTOR

Day five.

The calendar on my desk said it was Tuesday, but the days seemed to have melted into one long, unending blur.

I hadn’t changed clothes since Saturday. I hadn’t shaved, or eaten anything that didn’t come from a coffee cup. My reflection in the black computer screen looked like a stranger with hollow cheeks, eyes bloodshot and sunken. It was the face of a man who’s been living on