Sunday Finnegan is the definition of chaotically detailed. She is powered by coffee thanks to her addiction of reading smutty books till 3am, cheerfully goofy and optimistic to a fault.
She's fresh out of Quantico and already has her first big girl...
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"This copycat Horsemen has evolved into a full fledged stalker. Are you worried about him copying the murders somehow?" Jude ask from his black leather chair, his gaze watching me carefully.
"We are four months away from the sixth anniversary of my father's murders. If he was truly following The Horsemen's path then it's not factual. My father followed four children all born new year's day for twenty years. Realistically a true copycat would have waited for his twenty year anniversary, not sixth. Which tells me this copycat stalker is unstable. He's leading with emotion rather than logic. He's not a true copycat." I explain, Jude strokes his chin in thought.
"Interesting perspective. I'm impressed."
I shrug my shoulders. "It's kinda my job, Jude. Profiling." I let out a small sigh.
"So what's bothering you?" There's that careful gaze, like he's trying to assess whether or not he needs to send me to a physic ward.
"Other than having a stalker who has broken into my home multiple times?" I pause looking over at the sunlight casting a glow right in the direction of his snake plant in the corner of his office.
"I've been dissecting my life, every interaction I've ever had has now been put under a microscope. Could it have been the barista I met at my local coffee shop? Was it someone I met on one of my cases? It's impossible, overwhelming. I'm terrified to leave my house and yet I'm terrified to be there at the same time. Every text I get I now have Spence look at. In fact I shut my phone off the moment we get home. I'm tired.....I'm so fucking tired."
"Have you thought anymore about what we discussed last week?" He questions.
"No. It's out of the question." I level him a narrowed glare.
"Okay. I won't speak on it anymore."
He looks at his watch before closing his notebook. "That's it for today, but I think it would benefit you to start coming in twice a week." He suggests.
"I barely make it in once a week Jude. Twice a week seems like a commitment I just can't make right now." I gather my things as I stand from his couch.
"Sunny, I'm being serious. Your well being is concerning. You are putting on a brave face but I can see the panic underneath the surface. I don't want to see you succumb to another episode."
"I will try and see what I can do but I don't make any promises. I've got a lot going on in my life right now." I try to explain as he walks me to the door.
"You're mental health is important Sunny. It should be a priority." He tells me getting the door opened and following me out towards the waiting room. It was completely empty except for Clara behind the desk.
"I've gone this long on being unstable and personally I think I'm fabulous." My retort was apparently not funny judging by his unamused face.
"Clara I'll be back in a few moments. Mr. Davies shouldn't be in until 9." He calls over his shoulder walking with me out the office door.
