I clenched my fists in frustration. This guy was totally trying to blame me for all the times I'd been betrayed, even for being forced to take therapy with him! I was not going to accept that.

"This is all my father's fault, of course," I said bitterly, looking away from the shrink. "He was the one who arranged for my kidnapping. It was all some big plot to put me in a good position to inherit the family fortune, and it worked. I wish it hadn't. I was happier when I was living in a college dorm, wealthy enough to take care of myself but with no concerns beyond studying."

I turned to face him, my short fingernails digging into my palms. "And don't you dare try to blame me for not researching people before they come here and try to ruin my life!" I yelled, "It's not like I wanted them here! I told the guards to get rid of them, but they just wouldn't listen to me! I didn't have any choice!" For being a professional, this guy was a total jerk! Lately, everyone had been trying to blame me, and I was just sick of it! Maybe I should try to die again, and risk the padded cell...