Unforgettable [on hiatus]

Chapter 12- Penny Kellson

Chapter 12- Penny Kellson

I looked through the girls' files once again.

They've all had hard lives. I'm just trying to figure out how these information just adds up.

I'm just so confused.

First, I looked through Cassandra's file.

Name: Cassandra Maylor

Parents/Guardians: Layla Maylor and Garry Maylor

Reason why he/she needs therapy: Depression.

I thought back to the conversation I had with Cassandra yesterday when I told her to stay.

"Cassandra, stay." I told her before she got the chance to leave.

Cassandra gave me a weird look before sitting down again.

I waited until the rest left before turning to Cassandra.

"You told me your sister... commited." I murmured softly.

Cassie nodded sadly with a small frown. "Yeah. Why?"

"It just doesn't add up... You said she died in the bathroom. Your family assumed she overdosed on some medicine."

Cassie nodded sadly.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "But, you also told me that there was blood dripping down her stomach."

It was so confusing. If she overdosed, then there shouldn't be any blood. Unless she stabbed herself.

"Yeah. My parents just assumed that she fell and hit the corner of the counter and maybe she got wounded." She informed me quietly.

"And you also saw a boy's hat outside your house. What does that mean?" I asked, completely confused.

"I don't know, Penny! I never really thought about this. It happened three years ago!" She exclaimed loudly.

But, I had to continue my theory.

"What if she didn't commit suicide. What if someone, dare I say, killed her."

Cassandra didn't say anything.

"The hat... The wound. You said you found her seated on the toilet seat, which might I add, you also said was far away from the counter."

Cassandra must regret getting drunk two nights ago and ending up in my house, spilling her entire life story to me.

"What if she was killed..." Cassandra whispered thoughtfully.

I sighed and massaged my temples.

This is like some mystery case that needed solving.

"Hey, Doc." Todd walked in the clinic with some Dunkin' Donuts and two cups of coffee.

This is what I love about him. He helps me with my work even though he's not involved in it.

"Hey," I murmured quietly as Todd wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed the back of my head.

"Cassandra? The blonde?" He questioned as he peeked from behind my shoulder.

I just nodded and sipped on my coffee.

Todd hummed in thought, "It's a good thing that you studied about being a crime investigator before you decided to become a therapist."

Good thing, indeed.