I looked around at us all. We seem so normal; so ordinary. You wouldn’t think that every month, we meet up to discuss and analyse our mistakes… Every single, embarrassing thing. Sometimes I wonder why I do it: why I do any of it.
“Ahem!” Morray coughs, clearing his throat and jolting me out of my thoughts before I can go any further. Probably a good thing, really. They say you shouldn’t keep…