[Ever since the night it happened, it had never been said. That night was the only night he had let the thought be a complete once. Ever since then, even in his head, it had always just been the thing that Marie had done. The thing that happened. The thing he tried to do.

Hearing the actual words spoken out loud- hearing Vinnie say them of all people - horrified him more than anything.

Bulba jerked his head up to look at him, his expression bearing all the grief he had been trying to keep at bay, his eyes wide and searching. If he could find a way to avoid it he would. His mouth worked nervously, and Bulba drew in a shaky breath.]

He tried to drown me.