It's Not Too Late to Apologize | d.d

chapter seven

"Hey." Nat said to me as she walked through the front door of my apartment later that night, with Chinese food.

"Hi." I responded, not looking up from my laptop that had work for a case on it, papers were thrown all around me.

"Should I come back later?"

"No, no it's fine." I said, standing to move clean up the space a bit as Nat stood at the island taking the food out of the bag. "I'm just working on a case for a school, that's all."

"Sounds stressful."

"Oh my God, it is." I said, standing and putting all my work on the counter. "I hate it."

  "If you hate it, why do you continue school?"

  "Because I love it."

  "How was coffee with David?"

  "It started off really well." I said taking my food and chopsticks over to the living room. "And then..."

  "What?" Nat asked sitting next to me.

  "I said something wrong and then he said he had to go film."

"He always uses that excuse."

  "I asked him if he had spoken to Liza lately and he said no, so I said I'm sorry and he asked why, and I said because I feel sorry for you."

  "Well you should've known shit was gonna go downhill when you asked about Liza."

  "I was just trying to make conversation."

  "Izzy, he broke up with Liza for you."

  "I don't know why because he literally broke up with me over text for her."

  "Which was the dumbest thing he's ever done and I still can't believe he did it, because it doesn't sound like him at all."

  "Which is what I thought too, but I guess there's always a side of people we never see, no matter how close we are with them."

  "No need to get so deep."

  "Oh my God!" I said standing up.

  "What?"

  "I think I just figured out this case. I'm gonna call my professor real quick."

  "Go, go."

  I grabbed my phone and went into my bedroom calling my professor, praying he picks up.

  "Isobel, I hope you have had a breakthrough with the case otherwise, I don't know why you would be calling me this late at night."

  "I did or at least I think I did. Larry Johnson, he has DID or better known as-"

  "Dissociative identity disorder." Professor Schmitt finished. "Yes."

  "What if he switched when he killed his wife. Larry has no recollection of how he was standing over the body with a knife. You mentioned that Willa, Larry's wife, was extremely intoxicated that night."

  "Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?"

  "What if she was talking about leaving Larry because she didn't want to deal with his condition anymore. DID is usually caused by some sort of trauma, what if Willa saying she wanted to leave him triggered him to transition, and accidentally kill his wife."

  "Good job, Miller. You can help me present this case next week."

  "Thank you." I said, before hanging up.

  "Is everything all right?" Nat asked me when I came back out to the living room.

  "My professor's letting me assist with the case next week."

  "That's good right?"

  "Yes!"

  I heard a knock on the door and walked over to answer, checking the peep hole to see who it was.

  "Holy shit, it's David." I whispered to Nat.