"I've never wished a man dead, but I've read some obituaries with great pleasure." —Twain. 
Nine years, seven months and twenty one days. That's how long I've waited to write this down. I couldn't sleep last night until I did. Like it or not, my entire adult life has been framed by one man's atrocities. I wanted him out of my existence before I spoke on it.

I remember it in flashes.

Suite-mate