Three years feels like a long time, until it’s over.
Panic... Panic.. Panic. I call my mother.
Honey, he got out three days ago.
What do you mean?
He’s out.
Panic.
Pa...
My pills.
I take one, two.
I fall asleep, the next day starts.
I wake up and pretend nothing is different.
Three years was a long time, and now it’s over.