Chapter 172: The Wilson’s Double Murder Case III
20 years ago, Sam’s Dorm Room, CalTech
Thirteen-year-old Samantha Camille fiddled with her computer, typing away. Her fingers danced on the keyboard with ease; she always had an aptitude to understanding complicated computer codes, as her brother did.
It was easy, oddly, more manageable than making friends in an exclusive University--at just 13, she had finished her Engineering Course and was now taking ComSci and Chemistry.
And she knew that she was receiving a far more special treatment than her already special treatment as a child genius; her grandparents were allowed to visit often. And she lived alone in her dorm room, not really alone; she had her trusted dog with her Ludwig.
For most of his life, Ludwig was considered a service dog, keeping her calm, helping her sleep at night. Sam had always been afraid of the World for as long as she could remember, and she didn’t know why, but in mind, she believed it to be a Dangerous Place.
A Very Dangerous Place.
Why?
She didn’t know.
And for a girl with a photographic memory, she found it very frustrating not to remember why she was afraid in the first place.
To the point that it crippled her in many ways, continually holding her back.
So very afraid.
The very reason she was there, in her dorm room, typing away, ignoring the loud music playing from across the hall where the ’adults’ were partying days before their Midterms. Real responsible, she thought sarcastically.