Looking at Mathias, that feeling multiplied, like a thousandfold. Part of it was sexual. The rest of it was competitiveness. I’d come to the conclusion by then that my need to succeed had something to do with proving myself worthy. I wanted to constantly win to show I was good enough, and not some nothing to be tossed aside. Despite the mutual love within the Watson family, sometimes being discarded by my birth mother still poked at my head. Maybe I’d be a shrink after high school and college.