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+I had a car accident at eight months. He died.

-I'm sorry.

+I know you're just doing your job, bringing up Wes, Sam. But this... It was years of feeling like my body was broken... sticking myself with needles, fighting with Sam about if this was even what I wanted... to finally hearing his heartbeat. That was the real loss. Of him, me... who I was before all this. Dead. I killed us both.

-Were you drinking?

+No. Someone hit me.

-So it was an accident. You didn't kill anyone.

+No. Stop! I'm opening up like you want me to, and you keep steering me someplace to get me to feel something that you think I should be feeling. Let me feel guilty!

-I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you feel...

+Well, you do! So does everyone. The whole world always makes me feel I'm not right the way I am. Sam wanting me to be the mother, my clients wanting me to be a hero. I can't be all those things! I can't be strong all the time!... Now say something.

-I think you're stronger than anyone else would be in your shoes.

+I'm not.

-Look at the evidence, everything you've survived. You lost a child. That pain alone is enough to level a parent. But you got up, and you fought for your life.

+I tried to take my life.  After that picture. It was my worst nightmare that followed me home to an empty nursery, a body producing milk to a child that wasn't there, Sam watching over me every minute, trying to fix it. Oh, I want a drink. Because... as a mother... I j... I wanted to die with my son. And I really tried. Sleeping pills. Bonnie found me on the bathroom floor and took me to the hospital.

Annalise Keating y Isaac Roah, How to get away with murder. Temporada cuatro, capítulo seis.