Chapter 32

For the last two days, my phone has been my only companion. It would be dead by now if it weren’t for the extra power bank I stashed in my pocket back at the cabin. I’ve already drained it and now my battery is in the red. No Wi-fi, no cell signal.

Just a few basic apps and my Notepad. Thank God.
The last shadow thistles faded hours ago, each bulb now only a tiny luminescent flicker against the cold stone walls. I ration battery life like life-saving water—all so I can type words, reminisce over pictures, and create abstract visions that fill my mind.

Uninterrupted time for my art.

Thrown back at me in droves of irony.

Boredom. Insanity. Suffocation. A cocktail of suffering.

Was that the plan all along?

Varujan let me believe I could come and go as I please. His temptation. Steeped in deception and half-truths.