"Now you make sense," she sighs. "I was beginning to wonder if I would ever get to the bottom of you. You're insecure and defensive because of your abusive childhood."

"It's a reason why," I shake my head at myself. "But it's not an excuse."

"I'm sure anyone in your situation would be the same," she smiles gently. "You went through a hard time, and I am sure you are still fighting through it in that complex mind of yours."

"Anyone in my situation would have done something about it," I look at her desk. "I could have called the police and the whole thing would just be a distant memory."

"I believe everything happens for a reason," she smiles. "You shouldn't blame yourself, it's unhealthy."

"So, what you are saying is that my mother and I were abused for most of our lives and Taehyung killing himself happened for a reason?" I clench my fists under the table, trying not to lose my calm. "You must have had a perfect life."

"I did," she answers honestly. "And I feel guilty having a perfect life; isn't it funny? Anyway, I want to know more about you and Taehyung."