He was not going to deny the scar or the hotel room.

He was going to make me the thing that was broken.

He was going to take the truest instinct I had ever had and reframe it, in front of everyone who loved me, as a relapse.

It was, I have to admit, a brilliant and horrible strategy, and it very nearly worked, because it did not require him to disprove a single thing I had found.

He did not have to explain the scar or the hotel room or the watch.