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The next morning, Caroline pulled her car into the now-familiar car park and turned off the engine. It wasn’t a place she enjoyed visiting, but she hoped today could signal that it wouldn’t be necessary to make too many more visits.
She walked over to the pay and display machine, bought a ticket and put it on her dashboard, before locking her car and walking into the main building.
A little over twenty minutes later, she was sitting in a comfortable chair inside the brightly-lit consulting room of Mr Pankash Anand, the man who’d come to know her more intimately than her own husband over recent months.
‘How have you been getting on?’ he asked her, his kind face and gentle smile immediately putting her at ease, as it always did.
‘Okay, I think.’
‘Any side effects? Dizziness? Vomitin
