87Oscar took a few minutes to digest the letter, then he placed the document in his folder. “You've read this?”
Becca nodded.
“And what part do you disagree with?”
Becca squinted and stared at the river. “It's all true.”
“All of it?” Oscar seemed surprised.
“Yes, I suffered from depression as a teenager. Yes, I made a half-hearted attempt to s***h my wrists. I got psychiatric help that was not courtesy of Dr. Diane Angelo, and I got well.”
Oscar nodded and scribbled some notes on the pad. “So, you dispute nothing here?”
Becca thought for a moment. “No, but the problem, is I lied. Whenever he hurt me, I blamed it on myself.” She spread her hands wide.
“And why did you do that?”
“Why do you think?”
“I get to ask the questions,” he responded not unkindly.
“I suppose it's because I
