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I pick apart the therapist's words the way I pick the chocolate chips out of my mother's pancakes--slowly, and in pieces. It's hard to focus on him. All I can hear is the monotonous tick of the clock on the wall behind me.
Tick.
Tick.
He thinks there's something wrong with me. That's why he's looking at me like that.
No, my father thinks there's something wrong with me. Ever since the accident, I've been different. Ever since they pulled me out of the water barely alive, I haven't been his daughter. Mom says I'm depressed. Dad says I'm defective. Neither of them is wrong.
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When Merritt Blake and her best friend fall off the old Willow Creek Bridge, everyone is quick to jump to assumptions. Some say accident while others are adamant it was attempted suicide. But Merritt can't remember what happened, and Nellie's body still hasn't been recovered.
Then Vincent Pentland storms his way back into Merritt's life and she starts to slowly reconnect the dots.

But one thing is clear. The girl that fell into the river isn't the same one that was pulled out.