Perception of Trust

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I sat.

Dr. Patel began to speak.

"My receptionist told me that a young girl came by asking for me, she said it seemed urgent. So when I got to my office and I saw your appointment request in my calendar pop up, I knew..."

"Knew what?" I asked with a tone full of frustration and anxiety.

Dr. Patel took a deep breath and followed it with a suspenseful pause. Then she began to speak again.

"When Kennedy came into my office weeks ago, it was obvious that she was showing signs of pregnancy. So I tested her for pregnancy and her results came back positive. But I also tested her for depression symptoms as well, and her results came back 17.4% positive. Thus she basically tested negative for depression... but I think the results were wrong."

"Which results? The pregnancy's?" I question

"No, Kennedy was positively 25 weeks pregnant when she came in."

25 weeks... a familiar bitter anger began to set in again.

"It seems that her results for depression came back inaccurate. I believe that her depression built up and led Kennedy to kill herself."

I shook my head in bitter disappointment, and as I did so I heard Dr. Patel stand.

"She requested that I keep her situation confidential.., especially from you. But when I saw your appointment request after hearing about what happened to her, I knew that I had to talk to you." Dr. Patel began to walk towards the door.

Suddenly I felt something small tap my knee. It was a hot tear. I was crying, but instead of tears of sorrow, I was silently crying fiery tears of anger.

Dr. Patel took one step out the door.

"But..." she began again, "Kennedy's impregnateor met with me and requested for me to keep certain information confidential from you as well."

I looked over at her in the doorway.

"The day you both came in and I told her that she was pregnant, Kennedy told me who impregnated her. A few days after Kennedy's death I spoke with him and urged him to speak with you as soon as possible. I don't know if he has spoken with you yet but he informed me that you were aware of their... relationship together-"

"Who was it?" I question.

"Nickeya, you and I both know that, that is confidential information that cannot be shared-"

"Alright, you can see yourself out." I reply standing up to lock the door behind her as I snatch tears off of my face. She hesitated a bit, the finally left.

Immediately I got dressed. He was right. I did know who he was and I was ready to confront him.

Caiden had been on and off with Kennedy for a year and a half, and I never saw him to be deserving of Kennedy. And to make matters worse, Kennedy and Caiden weren't boyfriend and girlfriend. Everytime I would ask Kennedy what they were on, but she would respond with "we're just talking," but they often did more then just that. He never seemed to treat her well enough in my eyes either. If he wasn't standing her up, he was arguing with her. but some how they would always end up together. But Kennedy had never done anything serious with Caiden. And from what Kennedy last told me about him, they hadn't been on the best terms for a month, but who knows, that was probably a lie she told me to keep the truth from surfacing. Just like she did with her pregnancy.

...

Caiden lived a few mintues off campus so I ordered an Uber to his house. I banged on the door until one of the other guys living in the house opened the door for me.