At least I hoped it was her, as I was not planning to investigate my intruder until I’d finished. I finally waved bye-bye to the client and found Gloria stashing dishes in the freezer. She straightened her back, pushing her knuckles into her lower spine. “Have you finished...
“Cliff!” I barely recognised my client’s voice on the phone. It sounded like the guts had been taken out of it. “I need to see you, Sabbie. Now.” “Cliff, it’s Wednesday evening. Can it wait for your Saturday appointment?” “Yo...
After our last session, I’d felt too full of what I’d seen in my journey—the burning pier, the section of Laura’s soul trapped in a net, the name of her guardian—to want to talk about it until I’d processed it. I’d sent her home with a full account and asked her to work with the images herself. E...