for Keith
After Maureen left the clinic, she made her way to the IPD offices. She wasn't physically injured in any way that would last - a cut lip, black eye, bruised ribs - but she felt like she'd been emotionally drop-kicked. All she could think was, how could she have been so stupid, and naive? Though maybe the worst part was that she couldn't help but miss the man she'd thought Patrick was. Did he even exist, or had she just fallen in love with a psychopath?
She'd heard about the explosion, of course, but didn't know anything about it. It had made her hesitate in going to the IPD offices because she assumed they might be busy... but she was afraid that if she didn't do it now she'd lose her nerve.
When she walked in, she saw a familiar face, just by virtue of their both having been on the island for so long. She thought maybe his name was Keith.
"I need to report a crime," she said.
She'd heard about the explosion, of course, but didn't know anything about it. It had made her hesitate in going to the IPD offices because she assumed they might be busy... but she was afraid that if she didn't do it now she'd lose her nerve.
When she walked in, she saw a familiar face, just by virtue of their both having been on the island for so long. She thought maybe his name was Keith.
"I need to report a crime," she said.