The Drowning Pool. Syd Moore

you. Not that I think she’s harmful. But it might make you feel more secure, yeah?’

      I nodded then sat there for twenty minutes after she signed off doing just that. Then, when I could not concentrate any more, I took my wine and sat outside on the deck. I hadn’t been out there since Saturday night and I was jumpy. But the night was balmy and the wine was calming my pulse.

      Things were happening.

      I couldn’t escape that.

      Although my instinct was to bury my head in Leigh sand and pretend things were OK, I knew that soon I would have to face my fears. Once you acknowledge that something is going to happen you take away much of its dreadful power. As I sat there on the hot June night I experienced something akin to relief.

      I didn’t know it then but I was taking my first step of the journey.

      I had no idea just how much it would change everything.