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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I've dreaded this moment since Hotch ordered me to see a therapist. It's time to dig into my past, go over exactly what happened that night seven years ago.
We've been sitting here quietly as I try to force the words out. It's not like I haven't talked about it, or at least made jokes. But opening up to someone again, trusting that they aren't another crazed stalker. It's harder than I thought it would be. How am I supposed to trust her....how am I supposed to trust anyone new ever again?
Spence holds my hand patiently waiting. He knows the footnotes of what happened....knows what was reported on the case file. I've told him bits and pieces, but the full story, bringing that up again...bringing those emotions back to the forefront of my mind, it's not something I want.
"How about we try a question that might be easier." Carver suggests. She had on a hot pink dress with the puffiest sleeves I've ever seen, pushing her chunky black and white polka dot glasses up the bridge of her nose. "How did you realize your dad was the Horseman?"
I take a deep breath, Spence squeezing my hand in comfort.
"I was away at college living my best life, blissfully ignoring my mothers existences. I was up late that night writing an essay for my intersection of Gothic British Literature from the Romantic and Victorian Era....you know interestingly enough Horace Walople introduced what would later become the definitive tropes of Gothic Romance. The creepy castles, the cursed families, the gloomy atmosphere but it wasn't until Ann Radcliffe's A Sicilian Romance that really developed Gothic Romance as a legitimate subgenre. She kept the same trope Walople created, but her novels featured female protagonists battling through terrifying ordeals while struggling to be with their true loves. After that female leads begin to dominate Gothic Romance, especially after the publication of Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre...don't even get me started on Jane Eyre...it's one of my favorite gothic romance novels."
"Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still." Spence quotes beside me, causing my heart to swoon. It takes me a moment to realize how off topic I went, I tear my gaze off my beauitful fiancé.
"I'm sorry I got a bit carried away." I look over to see Carver patiently sitting in her chair watching our interaction with a warm smile. "Anyway, I had the news on for background noise..it was a comfort in some weird twisted way. They were talking about a possible serial killer in Washington when I heard the news anchor mention Celtic symbols left in blood at the crime scenes. That made me pause and pay attention. They were calling him the Horseman because of the staging of the bodies." I begin to explain, picking at a nonexistent piece of fuzz on my pants.
"He would recite Revelation 6:1-15 every night before bed like it was a nursery rhyme. Do you know what it talks about?" I question.
"The seven seals of the Apocalypse." Spence answers as I nod my head yes.
