And so, that night, Bruno told Christiane things he’d told no one—not even Michel, much less his therapist. He talked to her about his childhood, his grandmother’s death, how he was bullied at boarding school. He told her about his adolescence, about masturbating on the train with a girl only a few meters away; he told her about the summers he spent at his father’s house. Christiane stroked his hair and listened.
