And I wonder which of my memories are wrong. I’m afraid of making mistakes, as if one slipup will discredit my story entirely—which is why I’m asking Mark to confirm the details of the assault. This, then, gives him power. I’m asking him to explain his assault of me to me. But at least he admitted what he did. My newspaper advisor never admitted to touching me. Which is probably why I crave confirmation from Mark. And now Mark has given it. It’s not your fault, Mark said. Is that why my anger feels hard to summon?
