I found myself nodding. “Marie and I went to a place called Porto Santo. You should go. Lots of sun.”
Everything about the room was soothing. The thick carpet was an earthy brown, with green throw rugs scattered randomly about. The coffee table was made from the stump of a tree. Combined with soft toned walls, the overall effect was of being hidden away in some forgotten fairy den. I leaned back in the chair and relaxed.
“Such a comfortable office.”
“I live here.”
I looked up at the ceiling, noticing the fluorescent lighting was turned off, light being supplied by tasteful table lamps disguised as trees on either side of her sofa.
“So, you wanted to see me?”
She leaned forward. “Dana, listen, I’m sorry about what Leonard did to you, and yet in a way I’m not. I’ve wished you could und
