Winny

“but—” “I’m sure with your connections, you can verify it.” “Why would I want to do that?” I couldn’t grasp what he wanted from me. I wasn’t a psychologist, couldn’t diagnose his problems, and didn’t know how to help him. I couldn’t even help myself. “Don’t you see? I attack because of what I saw. I know exactly what kind of scum lives on this earth.” He gave me a sad smile. “Lucy, I get why you do the things you do. I know the anger you carry around inside, because I’ve got it too. Is there anyone else you can say that about?” “You know nothing about me.” I instantly regretted the words. They were too close to an admission of guilt.”
― Stacy Green, The Girl in the Pink Shoes