Chapter 7
Monday morning, Vic woke to silence.
For the first time in years, the only thoughts in his head were his own. He lay in his bed for a long, quiet moment, eyes shut, and strained to hear anything, anything at all.
Nothing crossed his mind.
No angry mutterings from the pissy neighbor downstairs, no random Polish curses from Mrs. K as she puttered around in her apartment above Vic’s, no barely discernable mewlings from her many cats. Nothing coming in off the street, where Vic sometimes picked up thoughts from passing cars, hearing them mentally the same way he heard the blare of their radios loom then fade as they drove by.
Not a single foreign thought filled his head.
Vic had never felt so alone.
You wanted this, he told himself as he threw back the sheets and climbed
