Nick Adore curled up in the ratty old armchair he’d bought at a thrift shop when he’d first moved to Norbridge six years ago. He’d never believed he’d make it this far. He’d been shocked and overjoyed at being alive, but the joy had faded. The freedom of being able to go where he wanted still meant a lot, but the soaring gratitude to the universe for each breath it granted him had vanished.
He had nothing.
When he could, he stayed away from people. He’d managed to get a job transcribing for businesses where he didn’t have to talk to anyone. Boring, and it wasn’t something that would make him rich. Most workers he knew of did it as a side hustle, but it allowed him to stay at home—away from people. And he needed to be away from people.
His plan had worked great until one night seven mont
