Several days later, when Lathe took a trip over to his old office to move a few things out, he saw something that left him so damaged he didn’t know if he would ever get over it. By the time he got back to the apartment his eyes were sunken in, his skin pasty, and instead of finding Anjelo and talking to him about it he went directly to his room, shut the door and stayed there for hours. Unfortunately, he had spent the day wallowing in memories that had almost killed him. He knew if he didn’t dig himself up out of his old life and live again, he wouldn’t be long for this world, so the first thing he had to do was eat. He wasn’t even hungry, but it had been hours since he’d had a morsel of food, and instead of bothering Anjelo, he tiptoed out to a fast food place and sneaked the food into h
