Chapter 19Jayden left for work the next day, wearing an interesting assortment of clothing. She camouflaged elasticated black pants, a tee shirt and cowboy boots beneath an ankle length green coat. A look in her bedroom mirror highlighted the mismatch of yoga cowgirl meets one-armed high society. The coat bulged over her left arm and the sleeve dangled against her side. Jayden didn’t to call a taxi in case she got the driver who betrayed her to the police. His highlighting of her obvious distress threw her under a microscope she didn’t wish to go back under.
Ice covered the pavement and it took longer than usual to pick her way through the streets to the counselling centre. She sighed at the sight of police tape running across the outer door. Sal waved to her from inside and jabbed a fing
