Spencer’s eyes were glued on the frantic girl waiting in the interrogation room. Her parents were just murdered and they had to get her witness statement. She was sobbing and rocking back and forth in her chair, talking to herself.

“She’s schizophrenic,” Derek spoke up. Spencer glanced over, clueless. “What?” he’d ask. “That girl. She struggles with the same thing your mom does.” Spencer glanced back over to the window, his brows slightly furrowed in thought.