Doctor Lewis asks the next day as we sit in his quiet, sunlit office. Staring over at the window, where a tree outside is being blown by a gentle morning breeze, I think back to that long, frozen afternoon yesterday when I sat in my room, unable to stop the video. “Anna? How much did you watch?” I turn to him. I should answer. “Almost all of it,” I stammer finally. “I skipped some of the early parts, but once the torture started...” My voice trails off. “I see.” He makes a note, and it's clear that he's not very impressed. “Anna,” he continues finally, “I have to say, you really -” “I know,” I reply, interrupting him. “It was stupid, it was really stupid.” I pause again. “To be honest, ever since I got out of hospital, I've been making one stupid decision after another. With the video, it was like...
