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it an issue that I hadn’t let anyone near me for so long, but it should have counted for something that I was okay with that. That it was my choice. Until Julian. But I wasn’t going to mention him, or the fact that I’d been scouring the website for weeks, because nothing had happened. And there was no way it ever could.
    ‘No, I didn’t mean that kind of fine. Just, well, I suppose I meant fine for me.’
    Dr Redfield nodded, waiting for me to continue. Both her hands cradled her mug and she crossed her legs, pointing them towards me. No doubt she was an expert in body language, every position she took up deliberate, a means to an end. But I didn’t mind. I was just grateful she didn’t make notes. She might do afterwards, of course; how else would she remember everything about all her patients? But she at least had the courtesy to wait until the session was over.
    When I didn’t speak she continued her questioning. ‘How’s work going?’
    ‘It’s fine. I can cope with it. It doesn’t cause me any problems, at least.’
    She nodded again. ‘You’re still at the library? That must be enjoyable for someone who loves books as much as you.’
    Again I was impressed with her memory, and wondered if someone could learn to retain more information. Although that wouldn’t help me; I needed less information cluttering my head.
    ‘It gives me a quiet life,’ I said, shifting in my chair. I began to grow uncomfortable with her line of questioning. She knew all this about me already. She knew my job at the library was the only one I’d ever had. That since I’d given up on university, there was nothing else for me. It was as if it was our first session and we were starting from scratch.
    ‘And the care home? Do you still volunteer there?’
    I nodded. ‘As much as I can. I love being there, keeping the residents company.’
    Dr Redfield smiled. We had talked about my voluntary work before and she had told me how pleased she was that I did it, how selfless it was. I’d tried to explain that I got just as much out of it as the residents but she told me not to be hard on myself. That I was doing a good thing. I’d wanted to ask her if she thought it made up for anything but I’d kept quiet, fearing her answer.
    After an eternity of similar questions, which I went along with because I liked her a lot, I owed her, Dr Redfield threw something out that I wasn’t, but should have been, expecting. ‘Can I ask what you did yesterday? After work?’
    I stared at her but she held my gaze, her eyes widening, showing me we both knew exactly what she meant. I hesitated at first, but why had I gone there if not to reach out to her and get some advice? She didn’t usually tell me what to do, preferring that I made my own decisions, but she could at least guide me. So I told her about the card and photo, and she listened, storing it away in the filing cabinet inside her head, to be referred to again next session.
    ‘Well, I suppose it could have been instigated by the date. Maybe that will be the end of it.’ She drummed her fingers on her mug. ‘However, if it continues I would have to think that this is something a bit more serious than someone just trying to upset you.’
    I thought about this for a moment. I hadn’t wanted to consider that this might continue. At least not beyond the twelfth. The post had already arrived when I’d left that morning and there had been nothing further, so it was easy to convince myself it was over. But after Dr Redfield’s suggestion I was far from sure.
    ‘Well, what do you think I should do?’
    She paused, biting her lip before answering. ‘I think it’s too early to go to the police because there’s nothing obviously threatening in either thing.’ She frowned. ‘At least not to anyone else.’ She didn’t have to tell me this because there was no way I would go to the police, even if I had been directly threatened. No way in hell.
    It was making me anxious talking about