Siona's Nighmare
It was a bright, clear Sunday morning as Siona arrived at her therapist’s large country house, twenty minutes after she had phoned him to make the emergency appointment. Her therapist was called Dan, a good-looking man with black hair and sympathetic brown eyes, led her through to his consulting room, at the back of the house and invited Siona to sit in on the large black leather couch. Siona was comforted by the fact that even though she had only been in therapy for three weeks, Dan didn’t seem bothered about being disturbed at home on a Sunday. ...