"I don't want to talk about her." Violet rolled over, looking at him. "I love you." Her voice sounded like she'd been gargling glass. "I want to be with you, Tate, that's all I've ever wanted. And I don't care if you're honest, you're right, I'm just weak, I'm weak and stupid and I always have been." She could feel the tears forming in her eyes and she closed them tightly.
She'd tell the psychiatrist that she did it because she didn't even remember the last time her parents hugged her. It would be only partially true. She didn't remember that, but it wasn't why.