‘Emma, there’s something I have to tell you before we go any further.’
I found Monday mornings in January hard to cope with. The centre's heating had been off all weekend and the building always took time to heat up. With my jeans and hair still damp from my short walk to work, my cardigan lost its valiant battle to keep me warm. I needed a couple of easy, straightforward sessions to ease me through until lunchtime.
Joe had looked tired and drawn as I’d ushered him in. An impressive man,...