1 Chapter 1

When Denisse's old laptop finally started, the browser brought her more of the same again.

An inbox full of only spam. Her phone and apartment's energy bills.

No new visitors to her blog.

No alerts of replies to any post she had made in over 7 forums.

No friends catching up. No ex-boyfriends wondering how moving to the city turned out to be after 4 years. No LinkedIn invitations, no Facebook posts from her racist relatives. Nothing.

"Business as usual, huh?" she thought to herself. She turned away from the machine, still wrapped in her sleeping clothes, and went to the kitchen to get the coffee machine started.

"Eat slowly Yakko." She said it, even though she knew the trusty old Doberman would just go on swallowing more than chewing the food. But she loved him—and probably, if he could talk, he'd say he loved her too.