Chapter 158: A Red String Appears
Victor’s POV
I had good days sometimes.
Between the bad and the horrible, there were tolerable days that existed that I didn’t need to confine myself inside of the walls of my bedroom.
In the weeks and months that continued on after Tara had left, those days had become less and more infrequent, going from once every few days to one every few months—nevertheless, when they came, I grasped them with both hands and ran as far as I could with them.
Today was one of those days. There was no coughing, no blood, no weakness and no frailty. The recovering days were never enough to last after that specific time slot seemed to pass, but during those few short hours, I found myself able to do things that I was previously incapable of. Like eating a larger meal, showering on my own, walking around the pack house and going into the gardens.