Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

My adoptive father had taught me to ride a horse when I was just a little girl, but didn't go by when I started college.

I had never thought about the possibility of doing another sport, always go to the horse - or the cheerleading - could be defined as such.

The girl that I had been months before, in the face of that request, it have burst out laughing like crazy. I laughed Fergie to exhaustion and she knew, if she had found the courage to propose something so absurd it was only because I was no longer the same person and all, no knew it well.

When the distance between the halls and the students are looking at you as if you were an alien, when the violence that you have immediately becomes the hallmark to the eyes of others, you begin to ask if there ar other ways to attract attention, other points of view from which to be told

"Now I have to go" I said, putting the bag in the shoulder. My lessons would begin shortly, "but I'll think about it". Fergie returned my smile, the more rincuorata than a few minutes before. I wanted to thank you for his efforts, instead, her shoulders and started to set out towards the exit of the dorm.

That morning, the summer seemed to have dissipated all, although there were still several days at the autumn equinox. I passed through the tree-lined avenues, and I headed to the cafeteria that was the way to the classroom where they would be held the first lesson of the day, that

Criminology and victimology professor Bonavick.

Hewitt was waiting for me already there, sitting at a table under the glass of the local, the overcast sky, seemed to ingrigirgli the face.

Between the notes that were reviewed, there was a cafe that was sipping quietly, with the air from the writer of another era.

"It's good that we had promised not to leave us all to study

, but, already, review the notes and now it seems to me a little too m lessons start not even a week". I took my place opposite to him, looking at his handwriting neat and his gaze thoughtful.

Hewitt raised his head towards me, but he did not have time to respon that a waiter came to bother us. "Can I bring you something?" he asked

"A pumpkin spice latte, take-out, thank you." Once you have a

"I will be in advance with the studio, but you... autumn is not yet started and you are already addicted to that stuff?" he immediately resumed

Hewitt.

"It is the only joy of my day, lasciamela enjoy". Without too many ceremonies, I grabbed the notebook and the

closed shutter, despite his expression stu

svolazzarono, but he was ready to riacchiapparli on the fly.

"Kerys!" I scolded. "Is it possible that you should be so a

Meanwhile, the same boy came back with my pumpkin spice

latte, which I immediately began to slurping with gusto.

"Let's go! And do not complain, if we don't hurry we will not make it in time for the first file". Usually I was not so energetic, but that was a Monday special. Professor Bonavick would finally did the names of the students who have taken part in the training.

"Begi

back to the things in the folder.

"Well, if it weren't twice my age, maybe we'd do a little something". A laugh I rubbed the throat, and for a moment I seemed to not be trapped, but again completely free.

Hope made me vibrate the chest, the need to know and remember, I did deceive that would be all right. I felt that every day that passed I was closer to the truth, and that pedestrians that I was moving in the game of chess started to follow a strategy that them would have taken towards the right direction.

As soon as Hewitt was standing, I walked towards the exit, aware that he would have followed. Maybe raising his eyes to heaven, exasperated, as was his wont. But always at my side.

That September morning, the colors became more and more cold, the shoots that bombarded the university seemed to prepare for the autumn and while sorseggiavo my hot drink, I went to the space between the students who went through the streets to get to the lessons. We arrived early to the classroom of professor Bonavick, and we were able to take two seats in the third row of the audience raised: the view on the chair and the blackboard was perfect.

Hewitt began to pull out his notebook, and I

fremevo in my location. I could not wait to find out if the professor I had a choice.

I need that internship. Inside me I knew that it was an obsession abnormal: I was convinced that taking part would have been able to help me understand more of the criminal mind that had me kidnapped... not it could be so simple.

But I had nothing else. The police had nothing, and I didn't know what to do, where to turn, where to start. I had traced so many times in my head that trauma... but that wasn't the end. Had to to be a detail, even the poor, who could change the flow of the day, fold the event, to give a meaning to the whole story.

The classroom was filled up in a few minutes, some students were forced to sit on the steps. Professor Bonavick made his entrance with punctuality, but unlike, as he always did, not you closed the door behind you as soon as you cross the threshold, but left it open.

"Welcome, students." I threw a look at Hewitt, while the professor was her place. My study partner did not seem agitated like me, but I knew him well enough to know that that was his defense mechanism.

I knew that he wanted to do that internship, but not wanted, hoping it would too. "Before the lesson starts, you notice that the names of the students selected for the internship will be exposed outside from the classroom to the end. I would like to take five minutes to tell you about this path."

Raddrizzai the back. Unlike Hewitt, I was convinced that I'd been chosen. Why, if this were not the case, I was not certain that I would find something else to cling to address the university and get my degree. To go next. I felt that my place was not, and could not be otherwise.

"The internship will take place in different locations, both here at the university, and in other contexts. We will, for example, to follow some of the events also at the police station. This year the work ahead will be more difficult , because the detective Cavanough has given me his willingness to consult, in exceptional circumstances, the documents of an investigation, and very important, that may direc names are not marked in the list, you are invited to collaborate if you discover anything. I want to clarify that the five students for

work with me to have been chosen very carefully, I examined their paths of study and taken into account their personality and their ambitions with the help of the rector Averill and dr. Warris, in addition to a professional who will know soon. However, this does not mean that I am not able to replace them if they prove to be at the height , or if you feel the task as too heavy".

I was with bated breath and I looked around, identifying the faces of the students around me. I hoped that the gaze of the professor could show me one of the lucky ones, but was not addressed to anyone in particular. In that moment, my eyes bewildered met those of the River, sitting in the bottom of the classroom. Not softened his expression in the noticing me as he had the habit of doing when we were together, he remained on me, impassive.