lee knew that place. Here they had spent time in their early days. They had cooked together, watched tv all night, and they had made love. It gave him a bitter taste on his lips, too aware he would get that back. Maybe she would even let him watch films with her like before, they would cook andeat together but he wasn’t allowed to touch her anymore
Bambi opened the door to the room and let her in. Her picture with him was still on the table, and all the other pictures on the wall. “It’s coming back slowly” she broke the silence, “the memory.”