I can still remember those words. Those three words.
She is sitting by the table, finishing a big puzzle, lying on the sofa, maybe sleeping, dozing in the armchair looking at TV, holding a book in her hand, standing in the kitchen, her hands in soapy clouds, fingers lazily swimming in the lukewarm water. Or maybe she is ironing something and the scent of hot, clean clothes lingers in the hallway.
Those words, those three words have burned black holes in my mind, holes filled with pitch dark memories, scents that still make breathing impossible.
Leave me alone.