“It’s incredible to me that you’re still getting mileage out of your mother’s suicide. You’re still using it as currency, even though it has nothing to do with what you did. In fact, it’s kind of psychotic that you’re spending that currency on this moment. When will it run out?”

Never, Greta thought. I’ve been living on it all my life.

Big Swiss went on. “If everything can be explained by your trauma, then nothing is really your fault, right? You always have this convenient out. Your mother killed herself, and so that gives you permission to do whatever you want? To eavesdrop on my therapy sessions? To fuck me?”