The next few days blurred together into one long streak of going through the motions.
I showed up for my shifts at Vinnie's but barely registered what I was actually doing. Delivered pizzas to addresses I forgot the second I left their doorsteps. Took orders over the phone without actually hearing what people said, just wrote down whatever came through.
My brain was stuck on repeat like a broken record. The Whisperer's words playing over and over and over.
She's fading. Every day a little less of her. Soon there won't be anything left worth saving.
Marcus called twice asking about new strategies for stopping the coordinated attack they were planning. I saw his name on the screen and didn't pick up. Didn't call back either.
Three weeks. We had exactly three weeks before thirty corrupte
