‘So, what was Maria like? Was she easy to talk to?’
I kept my eyes fixed on the road ahead of me. Sarah had already asked me twice, in different ways, how the session had gone.
‘We didn’t do a lot of talking – I had to answer a lot of questions that apparently indicate whether I’m anxious or depressed and we’re going to discuss those next time.’
We were both silent as I negotiated my way through the late afternoon traffic to my parents’ house at Woollahra. It was an awkward silence – I knew Sarah was dying to ask more about the session but didn’t want to upset me. And I didn’t want to talk about it. But she was my wife and I should want to talk to her. And she had put up with my moods.
‘She thinks that the shock of Steph’s accident could have triggered memories of the hold-up and resul
