There's no "My God, man, you're not telling us something!" moment, is there? Victor's family sort of sit by as they're all killed off and even his dad doesn't press him.
I know we're supposed to judge spoiled Victor against the man who lives in a hovel and splits your firewood, but it implies family and friends are more aloof than they are, right? This sounds like what a woman who lived with depression for most of her life would probably write.