Chapter 301: Investigation report
Remo sat in his office, the usual calm that surrounded him shattered by the tumultuous storm raging in his mind. He had barely touched his drink, the ice melting slowly in the glass as he stared at the wall, lost in thought. The last few days had been a whirlwind—Abby had been more intense than ever, her moods swinging wildly from loving to possessive, almost desperate. He had been able to brush it off at first, thinking it was just the stress of everything they had been through. But now, as he waited for Tony to arrive with the findings from his investigation, a gnawing feeling of dread settled in his stomach.
The door opened quietly, and Tony stepped in, his expression grim. He held a thick file in his hand, and the weight of whatever was inside it seemed to drag down the room’s atmosphere. Remo looked up, meeting Tony’s eyes, and saw the concern and hesitation there. Tony had been with him for years, had seen and dealt with things most men couldn’t stomach, but this—whatever he had found—was different.
"Boss," Tony began, his voice low and serious. He walked over to Remo’s desk, placing the file down with a heavy thud. "I’ve got the information you asked for."
Remo nodded, not trusting himself to speak just yet. He reached for the file, his hand steady despite the turmoil inside. He had asked Tony to investigate Abby, to look into her past, especially her medical history. It was something he had never imagined he would do—invading her privacy in this way—but the doubt and unease had grown too strong to ignore.
As he opened the file, the first thing that caught his eye was the name of a facility: Meadowbrook Psychiatric Institute. His heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat began to form on the back of his neck. He flipped through the pages, scanning the dates, the notes, the diagnoses. With each word he read, the ground beneath him seemed to crumble a little more.
"Abigail Falcone," Tony began, filling in the silence, "was admitted to Meadowbrook Psychiatric Institute at the age of eighteen. She was diagnosed with severe borderline personality disorder, along with signs of psychopathy and obsessive-compulsive tendencies. The records indicate that she was... unstable, to say the least."
Remo felt his breath catch in his throat as Tony continued. He had expected something, but this—this was far beyond anything he could have imagined.
"She was there for two years, Remo," Tony said, his tone grave. "During that time, she exhibited extreme behavior—self-harm, violent outbursts, manipulation of other patients and staff. The doctors’ notes say she had a tendency to fixate on certain individuals, forming intense, unhealthy attachments. They tried different treatments—medication, therapy—but nothing seemed to work long-term. She would get better for a while, then relapse into even more dangerous behavior."